Fugitive Verses

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	WHAT voice is this, thou evening gale!
	That mingles with thy rising wail;
	And, as it passes, sadly seems
	The faint return of youthful dreams?

	Though now its strain is wild and drear,
	Blythe was it once as sky-lark's cheer—
	Sweet as the night-bird's sweetest song—
	Dear as the lisp of Infant's tongue.

	It was the voice, at whose sweet flow
	The heart did beat, and cheek did glow,
	And lip did smile, and eye did weep,
	And motioned love the measure keep.

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	Oft be thy sound, soft gale of even,
	Thus to my wistful fancy given;
	And, as I list the swelling strain,
	The dead shall seem to live again.

About this text
Courtesy of University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
http://content.cdlib.org/view?docId=kt567nb8xt&brand=oac4
Title: Fugitive Verses
By:  Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851, creator, British Women Romantic Poets Project
Date: 2001 (issued)
Contributing Institution: University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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