The Welcome
By Thomas Osborne Davis
Come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you re lookd for, or come without warning:
Kisses and welcome you ll find here before you,
And the oftener you come here the more I ll adore you!
Light is my heart since the day we were plighted;
Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted;
The green of the trees looks far greener than ever,
And the linnets are singing, True lovers dont sever!
I ll pull you sweet flowers, to wear if you choose them,
Or, after youve kissd them, they ll lie on my bosom;
I ll fetch from the mountain its breeze to inspire you;
I ll fetch from my fancy a tale that wont tire you.
Oh! your steps like the rain to the summer-vexd farmer,
Or sabre and shield to a knight without armor;
I ll sing you sweet songs till the stars rise above me,
Then, wandering, I ll wish you in silence to love me.
We ll look through the trees at the cliff and the eyrie;
We ll tread round the rath on the track of the fairy;
We ll look on the stars, and we ll list to the river,
Till you ask of your darling what gift you can give her:
Oh! she ll whisper you Love, as unchangeably beaming,
And trust, when in secret, most tunefully streaming;
Till the starlight of heaven above us shall quiver,
As our souls flow in one down eternitys river.
So come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you re looked for, or come without warning:
Kisses and welcome you ll find here before you,
And the oftener you come here the more I ll adore you!
Light is my heart since the day we were plighted;
Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted;
The green of the trees looks far greener than ever,
And the linnets are singing, True lovers dont sever!