Sailor's Song, A
She Gave Me A Rose
She Told Her Beads
Ships That Pass In The Night
Signs of the Times
Slow Through The Dark
Soliloquy Of A Turkey
Song Of Summer
Speakin' At De Cou't-House
Speakin' O' Christmas
Spring Wooing, A
Starry Night, A
Stirrup Cup, The
Summer Night, A
Summer Pastoral, A
Summer's Night, A
My soul, lost in the music's mist,
Roamed, rapt 'neath skies of amethyst.
The cheerless streets grew summer meads,
The Son of Phoebus spurred his steeds,
And wand'ring down the mazy tune,
December lost its way in June,
While from a verdant vale I heard
The piping of a love-lorn bird.
A something in the tender strain
Revived an old, long-conquered pain
And as in depths of many seas,
My heart was drowned in memories.
The tears came welling to my eyes,
Nor could I ask it otherwise;
For, oh! a sweetness seems to last
Amid the dregs of sorrows past.
It stirred a chord that here of late
I'd grown to think could not vibrate.
It brought me back the trust of youth,
The world again was joy and truth.
And Avice, blooming like a bride,
Once more stood trusting at my side.
But still with bosom desolate,
The 'lorn bird sang to find his mate.
Then there are trees, and lights and stars,
The silv'ry tinkle of guitars;
And throbs again as throbbed that waltz,
Before I knew that hearts were false.
Then like a cold wave on a shore,
Comes silence and she sings no more.
I wake, I breathe, I think again,
And walk the sordid ways of men.
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