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(To an Air of Diabelli)
Berried brake and reedy island, / Heaven below, and only heaven above, / Through the sky's inverted azure / Softly swam the boat that bore our love.
Bright were your eyes as the day; / Bright ran the stream, / Bright hung the sky above.
Days of April, airs of Eden, / How the glory died through golden hours, / And the shining moon arising, / How the boat drew homeward filled with flowers!
Bright were your eyes in the night: / We have lived, my love --
O, we have loved, my love.
Frost has bound our flowing river, / Snow has whitened all our island brake, / And beside the winter fagot / Joan and Darby doze and dream and wake.
Still, in the river of dreams, / Swims the boat of love --
Hark! chimes the falling oar!
And again in winter evens / When on firelight dreaming fancy feeds, / In those ears of agèd lovers / Love's own river warbles in the reeds.
Love still the past, O my love!
We have lived of yore, / O, we have loved of yore.