Through the streets of New York City, Blithely every morn, I carolled o'er my artless ditty, Cheerly though forlorn! Before the rosy light, my lay Was to the maids begun, Ere winters snows had passed away, Or smiled the summer sun. @3Carol@1-O-a-y-e-o! In summer months I'd fondly woo, Those merry dark-eyed girls, With faces of the ebon hue, And teeth like eastern pearls! One vowed my love she would repay— Her heart my song had won— When winter songs had passed away Or smiled the summer sun. @3Carol@1-O-a-y-e-o! A year, alas! had scarcely flown— Hope beamed but to deceive— Ere I was left to weep alone, From morn till dewy eve! She died one dreary break of day!— Grief weighs my heart upon!— In vain the snows may pass away, Or smile the summer sun. @3Carol@1-O-a-y-e-o! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THREE MOMENTS IN PARIS: 1. ONE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT by MINA LOY THE CAP AND BELLS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IN THE BELFRY OF THE NIEUWE KERK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NIMROD: 1 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE PURITAN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH LEOLINE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON FOUR METRICAL EXPERIMENTS: 4. PINDARIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |