Bendemeer's Stream کے بول

There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream And the nightingale sings round it all the day long In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song That bower and ist musik I never forget But of when alone in the bloom of the year I think: "Is the nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer?" No the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave But some blossoms were gather'd while freshly they shone And the dew was distill'd from their flowers they gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone Thus memory draws from delight ere it dies An essence that breathes of it many a year Thus bright to my soul as 'twas then to my eyes Is that hower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer?