SONG
.
WHERE
the
green
ivy
twining
,
Binds
round
the
ruins
brow
,
I
heard
a
voice
complaining
In
numbers
sad
and
low
.
"
Alas
!
she's
gone
for
ever
,
Now
low
in
earth
she
lies
;
And
I
,
forlorn
,
shall
never
Behold
those
speaking
eyes
.
"
The
pangs
of
grief
beguiling
,
She
sooth'd
our
parting
hour
;
Amidst
her
tears
soft
smiling
,
Like
sunbeams
thro'
a
shower
.
"
But
,
ah
!
she's
gone
for
ever
,
Now
low
in
earth
she
lies
,
And
I
,
forlorn
,
must
never
Behold
those
speaking
eyes
.
"