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Poem
January 10, 1842
Lynchburg Virginian
Lynchburg, Virginia
What is this article about?
The speaker nostalgically recalls a merry June day sailing down a bay with friends, landing on a blooming island, dancing, and confessing love to a fair maiden. Now, she and most of the party have died, leaving bittersweet memories.
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HAPPY DAY.
BY E. P. SARGENT.
Oh! I never shall forget it,
That happy, happy day,
When we, a merry party,
Sailed down the sun-gilt bay
The warm June air was fresh and clear.
Bright gleam'd the feathery spray,
And the hills around seem'd heap'd with green,
That happy, happy day
We landed on an island-
An isle of bloom and shade
Where the wavelets glaz'd a sandy beach,
And vines an arbour made.
And there, with song and dancing,
And grateful hearts and gay.
We roam'd with Beauty's daughters,
That happy, happy day
And one of them seem'd fairer
To me than all the rest,
With her shape of grace, her angel face,
And the wild rose on her breast.
And in her willing ear I breath'd
First love's bewildering lay.
Her small hand press'd a mute consent,
That happy, happy day
For earth too pure and lovely,
She's fled back to heaven she's fled,
And all that merry party.
Save one, alas! are dead.
But though dear friends are round me,
And the sun shines bright as aye,
Oh! I never can forget it,
That happy, happy day.
BY E. P. SARGENT.
Oh! I never shall forget it,
That happy, happy day,
When we, a merry party,
Sailed down the sun-gilt bay
The warm June air was fresh and clear.
Bright gleam'd the feathery spray,
And the hills around seem'd heap'd with green,
That happy, happy day
We landed on an island-
An isle of bloom and shade
Where the wavelets glaz'd a sandy beach,
And vines an arbour made.
And there, with song and dancing,
And grateful hearts and gay.
We roam'd with Beauty's daughters,
That happy, happy day
And one of them seem'd fairer
To me than all the rest,
With her shape of grace, her angel face,
And the wild rose on her breast.
And in her willing ear I breath'd
First love's bewildering lay.
Her small hand press'd a mute consent,
That happy, happy day
For earth too pure and lovely,
She's fled back to heaven she's fled,
And all that merry party.
Save one, alas! are dead.
But though dear friends are round me,
And the sun shines bright as aye,
Oh! I never can forget it,
That happy, happy day.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ballad
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Death Mourning
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Happy Day
Sailing Bay
Island Bloom
First Love
Friends Dead
Nostalgic Reminiscence
What entities or persons were involved?
E. P. Sargent
Poem Details
Title
Happy Day.
Author
E. P. Sargent
Subject
Reminiscence Of A Joyful Sailing Excursion And First Love
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Oh! I Never Shall Forget It,
That Happy, Happy Day,
And One Of Them Seem'd Fairer
To Me Than All The Rest,
For Earth Too Pure And Lovely,
She's Fled Back To Heaven She's Fled,