by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Gentle Annie
Language: English 
Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie,
Like a flower thy spirit did depart;
Thou are gone, alas! like the many
That have bloomed in the summer of my heart.

 Shall we never more behold thee;
 Never hear thy winning voice again
 When the Spring time comes, gentle Annie,
 When the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain?

We have roamed and loved mid the bowers
When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom;
Now I stand alone mid the flowers
While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb.


Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder
Near the silent spot where thou are laid,
And my heart bows down when I wander
By the streams and the meadows were we strayed.



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This text was added to the website: 2010-11-02
Line count: 19
Word count: 125