O waving trees, And waving wind, And waving seas, And waving mind -- Where, far and wide, Am I to roam To find my bride, To reach my home ? My soul is my bride ; Ah, whither fled ? She hath not died, Nor am I dead ; But somehow, somewhere, A song she heard, And she flashed through the air A sun-fire bird. My bride, she is Where the rainbows are ; Sweet, sweet her kiss Awaits afar : My goal is where The sea-waves meet The sands of youth Stirred by her feet. O waving leaves, waving grass, My heart grieves That it may not pass. "Summer is fleet, Summer is long," -- I know not, sweet, 'Tis an empty song. Where, far and wide, Across what foam, On what strange tide Shall I be come? Meet me, O Bride, Where, lost, I roam ; Leap to my side And lead me home !
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- by William Sharp (1855 - 1905), as Fiona Macleod, "A summer air" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2011-04-26
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