Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
AppendixI. Juvenile Poems. A Song of Savoy
As the dim twilight shrouds
The mountain’s purple crest,
And Summer’s white and folded clouds
Are glowing in the west,
Loud shouts come up the rocky dell,
And voices hail the evening-bell.
And sighing comes the breeze;
The silent river sweeps along
Amid its bending trees—
And the full moon shines faintly there,
And music fills the evening air.
The tinkling cymbals sound;
And as the wind the foliage stirs,
I see the dancers bound
Where the green branches, arched above,
Bend over this fair scene of love.
My young heart long ago!
But he has left me—though I thought
He ne’er could leave me so.
Ah! lover’s vows—how frail are they!
And his—were made but yesterday.
In tears upon him yet;
’T were better ne’er to love at all,
Than love, and then forget!
Why comes he not? Alas! I should
Reclaim him still, if weeping could.
And beckons me away:
He comes to seek his mountain maid!
I cannot chide his stay.
Glad sounds along the valley swell,
And voices hail the evening-bell.