The Broken Ring
By Eugene Field
To the willows of the brookside The mill wheel sings to-day-- Sings and weeps, As the brooklet creeps Wondering on its way; And here is the ring she gave me With love's sweet promise then-- It hath burst apart Like the trusting heart That may never be soothed again! Oh, I would be a minstrel To wander far and wide, Weaving in song the merciless wrong Done by a perjured bride! Or I would be a soldier, To seek in the bloody fray What gifts of fate can compensate For the pangs I suffer to-day! Yet may this aching bosom, By bitter sorrow crushed, Be still and cold In the churchyard mould Ere thy sweet voice be hushed; So sing, sing on forever, O wheel of the brookside mill, For you mind me again Of the old time when I felt love's gracious thrill.
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"To the willows of the brookside..."
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