Итон Стэннард Барретт (Eaton Stannard Barrett)

Song

Haste, my love, and come away;
What is folly? what is sorrow?
Tis to turn from joy today,
Tis to wait for care tomorrow.
By yon river,
Aspens shiver;
Thus I tremble at delay.
Light discovers
Simple lovers;
See the stars, frith sharpened ray,
Flocking thicker,
Glancing quicker;
Haste, my love, and come away.