Lilly Lane

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Title:     Lilly Lane
Author: James Avis Bartley [More Titles by Bartley]

Come to my calling,
Lilly Lane,
Like music falling,
Come again.

The earth is dreary,
Sorrow's reign,
My thoughts are weary,
Come again.

The flowers upspringing,
Bring me pain,
My thoughts are winging
To thee again.

Come to my sorrow,
Come again,
Give night a morrow,
Yet again.

Oh! birds are singing
Many a strain,
The woodlands ringing,
Come again.

Yet I am weeping,
E'er with pain,
Grief's vigil keeping,
Come again.

The dawn gleams brightly
O'er the plain,
The airs come lightly
O'er the main.

They ne'er shall wake thee,
Lilly Lane,
All things forsake thee,
Lilly Lane.

I'll not bereave thee
Lilly Lane!
I'll never leave thee,
Lilly Lane.

On thy grave I'll mutter
"Lilly Lane!"
With a frantic, dove-like flutter,
"Lilly Lane!"

Around thy tomb I'll hover,
Near the main,
Like a bleeding dying plover,
"Lilly Lane!"

[The end]
James Avis Bartley's poem: Lilly Lane

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