II. When Sorrow sat upon my brow, In dark foreboding guise 'Tis anguish to remember now The language of those eyes: Their loving light so sadly dwelt As if their brightest glow would melt, To shed some comfort there!— But thou art gone, my Annette May; III. Some faint, low tonę, at eventide, When most I miss my gentle bride, And breathes her name so dear. "Sweet Annette May !" the streamlet sings, As 'neath my feet it glides: "Sweet Annette May!" the welkin rings; But, Oh! her form it hides !— Then, fare the well, sweet Annette May! Since thou art gone my life is drear !— Oh, fare thee well, sweet Annette MayMy own, my ever dear! SONG. I. CANST thou, O harp, repeat the tones That wildly o'er the heart-strings sweep That deep sad strain that through them moans When vain the eye may seek to weep? Oh, if thou canst, my hand shall wake Once more the chords that slumb'ring lie, And but this once thy silence break, Then snap thy strings and near thee die! II. Canst thou, O harp, my story tell That strange sad tale, so full of woe? Oh, say I strain'd thy sweetest string, And then I'll hush thy chords and die! III. Be true, O harp! my heart's deep core And as it glides thy bright strings o'er, NOTE. This Song, set to Music by the highly-accomplished Pianiste, Miss Caroline O'Grady, is published by C. Jefferys, Music-seller, Soho-square. SONG. I. By many tokens Love will speak, Oft wear a strange disguise, To hide the secret he would keep From vain or prying eyes: He'll wear a pilgrim's saintly weeds, To bow at Beauty's shrine; Or, in the Tourney's knightly deeds, Her bravest champion shine! Oh, many tokens Love can find, His loyalty to tell, And close around the heart to wind The thraldom of his spell! II. He'll dive beneath the deepest wave For Ocean's rarest gem, And pierce old Plutus' golden cave, To deck her diadem; |