LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 183
A WOODLAND IDYLL.
RESH breath from the woodland blows sweet
O’er the flowery path we are roaming,
And the dimples of light lover’s feet
In the mystical charm of the gloaming,
| Eveline!
On the buds that blush bright as we meet
In the mystical charm of the gloaming!
A tear for the stars of the night,
And a smile for the avenue shady,
A kiss for the eyelashes bright,
And a blush for the cheek of my lady,
Eveline!
A laugh for the moon and her spite,
And a blush for the cheek of my lady!
We'll tread where the daffodils shake
And the primrose smiles up through her weeping,
Where the daisies dip down to the lake,
Where the wonderful thrushes are sleeping,
Eveline!
' By the marge of the maze of the brake
Where the wonderful thrushes are sleeping.