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Eugene Field - Old Spanish SongEugene Field - Old Spanish Song
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I`m thinking of the wooing   That won my maiden heart When he--he came pursuing   A love unused to art. Into the drowsy river The moon transported flung Her soul that seemed to quiver   With the songs my lover sung. And the stars in rapture twinkled   On the slumbrous world below-- You see that, old and wrinkled,   I`m not forgetful--no! He still should be repeating   The vows he uttered then-- Alas! the years, though fleeting,   Are truer yet than men! The summer moonlight glistens   In the favorite trysting spot Where the river ever listens   For a song it heareth not. And I, whose head is sprinkled   With time`s benumbing snow, I languish, old and wrinkled,   But not forgetful--no! What though he elsewhere turneth   To beauty strangely bold? Still in my bosom burneth   The tender fire of old; And the words of love he told me   And the songs he sung me then Come crowding to uphold me,   And I live my youth again! For when love`s feet have tinkled   On the pathway women go, Though one be old and wrinkled,   She`s not forgetful--no!
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