Of Colin & Lucy

Colin

You promised me, a year ago,

When autumn bleach'd the mistletoe,

That you and I should be as one;

But now another autumn's gone—

Its solemn knell is in the blast,

And love's bright sun is overcast;

Yet flowers will bloom and birds will sing,

And e'en the winter claim the spring.

Lucy

The hedges will be green again,

And flowers will come on hill and plain;

And though we meet a rainy day,

The hawthorn will be white with May.

If love and nature still agree,

Green leaves will clothe the trysting-tree;

And when these pleasing days you view,

Think Lucy's heart yet be true.