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Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been – a most familiar bird –
Taught me my alphabet to say –
To lisp my earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child – with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Though gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings –
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away – forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

 

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“Forget thee?” If to dream by night and muse on thee by day,
If all the worship deep and wild a poet’s heart can pay,
If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven’s protecting power,
If winged thoughts that flit to thee – a thousand in an hour –
If busy fancy blending thee with all my future lot –
If this thou call’st “forgetting,” thou, indeed, shall be forgot! 

“Forget thee?” Bid the forest-birds forget their sweetest tune;
“Forget thee?” Bid the sea forget to swell beneath the moon;
Bid the thirsty flowers forget to drink the eve’s refreshing dew;
Thyself forget thine own “dear land,” and its “mountains wild and blue.”
Forget each old familiar face, each long-remember’d spot –
When these things are forgot by thee, then thou shalt be forgot! 

Keep, if thou wilt, thy maiden peace, still calm and fancy-free,
For God forbid thy gladsome heart should grow less glad for me;
Yet, while that heart is still unwon, oh! bid not mine to rove,
But let it nurse its humble faith and uncomplaining love;
If these, preserved for patient years, at last avail me not,
Forget me then; but ne’er believe that thou canst be forgot!

 

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A man and a woman are separated on a darkened stage, then get closer together and finally meet.  Positions ( )

(1)           (2)           (3)(3)             (2)             (1)

The light shines on the one singing and on neither during the chorus, except in the last position.  There, the light shines on the man and does not go off as the light then shines also on the woman, and on both during the chorus.

(1) M: I sit and sing a lonesome song,
My life is hard and cold.
I sometimes think I’ll never have
A special girl to hold.

(1) F: There’s nights when I can’t fall asleep,
One pillow on my bed,
The only shoulder for my grief
And bitter tears I shed.

Chorus:
M: But one day
F: Someday
M: Says my mind
F: Perhaps I’ll find
M: And then I’ll know,
F: I’ll surely know.
M: And holding hands
F: Through life we’ll go.
M: I’ll love her so.
F: I’ll love him so.

(2) M: I’d give a rib to have a mate;
I’d even give an arm.
This lonely life I’m leading now
Brings my heart far more harm.

(2) F: I know that I have love to give,
But none to give it to.
I ache to find a man for me
With whom to go life through.

Chorus:
M: But one day
F: Someday
M: Says my mind
F: Perhaps I’ll find
M: And then I’ll know,
F: I’ll surely know.
M: And holding hands
F: Through life we’ll go.
M: I’ll love her so.
F: I’ll love him so.

(3) M: I sometimes think she is so near,
That she can hear my cry,
And I could see her lovely face
If I would harder try.

(3) F: The curtain has been lifted;
My sorrow veil is gone.
The warmth and brightness flooding
Is a new loving dawn.

Chorus:
M: And one day
F: This day
M: Says my mind
F: I now have found
M: And I now know
F: I surely know.
M: And holding hands
F: Through life we’ll go.
M: I’ll love you so.
F: I’ll love you so.

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photo by Eve Blackwood at
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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In love, he gives what she desires
And oft ere she would tell him so.
Her face-gleams and her fast eye-fires
Tell him her wants he needs to know.

Because he loves, he views her face,
As mother would her baby scan,
And sees the instant her glows grace
The cherished cheeks he cups in hand.

Her twinkling eyes he always sees;
They list to him what her heart stores.
He’s e’er intent on her to please;
Love studies long what it adores.

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The photo is mine, taken in the Rose Garden in Tyler, Texas.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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Ah! the bliss of a kiss from the sweet pretty miss
Who’s stolen my poor heart away.
But more! when there’s four, from the one I adore
Who brightens a drab, cloudy day.

Ah! the mile that her smile makes me float all the while
Is covered with roses and dew.
I stride, deep inside joy rises, a tide,
With wave after wave washing through.

Ohh! Away just one day and the sky turns to gray;
My heart beats, but barely and blue.
I’m sad, driven mad, but my thought makes me glad:
That her heart is yearning, loves too.


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photo by Gabriella Fabbri at
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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So, we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And Love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

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There be none of beauty’s daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean’s pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lulled winds seem dreaming: 

And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o’er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving
As an infant’s asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer’s ocean.

 

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……….What Lips My Lips Have Kissed

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

Under my head till morning; but the rain

Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh

Upon the glass and listen for reply,

And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain

For unremembered lads that not again

Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,

Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,

Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,

I only know that summer sang in me

A little while, that in me sings no more

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…………Summer Time

After the school in spring, she came,
And stayed till school in fall.
A lithesome blond, she won my heart;
She was my all in all.

It was a summertime romance;
We knew it wouldn’t last.
She came to visit, not to stay.
A season passes fast.

Her hair was golden like the wheat;
Her smile beamed like the sun.
She liked long days; made lovely nights;
She courted all, and won.

But soon, ‘twas time.  She’d say goodbye –
It seemed it was to kid.
She’d linger, go, and then return.
And then – she never did.

My heart grows colder now she’s gone;
My skin, e’en air is chilled.
No more, the days of revelry,
Those days with gladness filled.

She said that she’d come back in months,
And she’s an honest girl.
It’s certain that she’ll keep her word,
As certain as earth’s whirl.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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          Stanzas For Music

There be none of Beauty’s daughters
   With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
   Is thy sweet voice to me;
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean’s pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lulled winds seem dreaming; 

And the midnight moon is weaving
   Her bright chain o’er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
    As an infant’s sleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of summer’s ocean.

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