She was impatient of confinement and often when her mother had seen her to bed, on going into her room an hour after it would be found empty and Lilian escaped unseen to wander by moonlight in the valley.
I've Been Roaming
I've been roaming, I've been roaming,
Where the meadow-dew is sweet,
And like a queen I'm coming
With its pearls upon my feet.
I've been roaming, I've been roaming,
O'er red rose and lily fair,
And like a sylph I'm coming
With its blossoms in my hair.
I've been roaming, I've been roaming,
Where the honeysuckle creeps,
And like a bee I'm coming
With its kisses on my lips.
I've been roaming, I've been roaming,
Over hill and over plain,
And like a bird I'm coming
To my bower back again.
Quote and poem from Lilian of the Vale by George Darley.
3 comments:
I like it! =) Reminds me so much of Emma!
~Ali
Hey Ali!
Yes, it's Emma. Even the moonlight wandering.
I could live in this poem, it is so beautiful! Thank you very much for sharing it--and a glimpse into the life of your dear Emma--with other kindred spirits.
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