Wanting

The nw year has brought back the same oíd blooms, Tho daisies for the laas, "lie blnebella sweet, and the eowslips' plunjes. And tho païe anemones, Ynd again with the gojden fires of spring The Wpods uní grovea are bright, And thu siirue old Bongs the blackbirds sing In tho apple orehai'd.s white. And thedawna arehright and theeroa are fair As 'er in the days uf old, And thi; frasrant hawthorn soents the air, And tho (jorse ia oí burnished gold, Am! the wind has cöina o'er tiie Southern soas Pi-om shorcH whera tho nereida play, And as of old do the brigand bees On their oiover blossoms stray. 'here's an amnor sea in the faroff west, Where the Ijills and the snnset meet, And tho hymn of the throstle by its nest Ia tender and clear and sweet, And I wiát and watch, as in days of yore, By the ivied trysting tree, 3ut, ah, never, never, ever more Can my sweetheart come to mei