WHEN THE STARS ARE BRIGHTLY SHINING By John Bolton Rogerson

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WHEN THE STARS
ARE BRIGHTLY SHINING

Meet me, sweet love, at the eventide,
When the moon walks forth in her maiden pride,
When o’er the blue heaven the white clouds glide,
And the stars are brightly shining.

Remember when first, oh, my gentle maid,
I met thee alone in the twilight shade,
And my vows at the shrine of thy beauty paid,
By the stars then brightly shining.

Oh, blest is that hour, and dear is the vale,
Where I told thee affection’s honied tale,
And heard the sweet song of the nightingale,
Whilst the stars were brightly shining.

Alas, for our childhood’s happy day,
When we lov’d o’er the valleys green to stray,
And fairer to us than the sunny ray
Seem’d the stars so brightly shining.

Oh, dear to my heart are the shadowy gleams
Of the past, as they visit my joyous dreams,
When each scene that I lov’d before me seems,
And the stars are brightly shining.

Years have pass’d, and I love thee as well
As when first we met in our native dell;
But I seek in vain for a nameless spell
In the fair stars brightly shining.

Oh, the visions of young romance have fled,
And the olden joy of our hearts is dead,
And no more o’er our souls is a radiance shed
When the stars are brightly shining.

Then meet me to-night, as we met of yore,
Let us dream again of the times that are o’er,
As THEN we felt we can feel once more,
When the stars are brightly shining.

By John Bolton Rogerson

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