a 1870 popular song
words by J. J. Lonsdale
music by Virginia Gabriel
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Fred Feild:
Lyrics
- I opened the leaves of a book last night
The dust on its cover lay dusk and brown
As I held it toward the waning light
A withered flowret fell rustling down
‘Twas only the wraith of a woodland weed
Which a dear dead hand in the days of old
Had plac’d twixt the pages she lov’d to read
At the time when my vows of love were told
And memories sweet but as sad as sweet
Swift flooded mine eyes with regretful tears
When the dry dim harebell skimm’d past my feet
Recalling an hour from the vanished years - Once more I was watching her deep fring’d eyes
Bent over the Tasso upon her knee
And the fair face blushing with sweet surprise
At the passionate pleading that broke from me
Oh, Ruby! my darling the small white hand
Which gather’d the harebell was never my own
But faded and pass’d to the far off land
And I dreamt by the flick’ring flame alone
I gather’d the flow’r and I closed the leaves
And folded my hands, in silent pray’r
That the reaper Death as he seeks his sheaves
Might hasten the hour of our meeting there
Of our meeting there, of our meeting there
Sung here by Eleanor Forte AI of Dreamtonics.
Sequenced by Wachy.
Video by Vancha March: