Sylvia by Oley Speaks Lyrics

Sylvia's hair is like the night
Touched with glancing starry beams;
Such a face as drifts thro' dreams
This is Sylvia to the sight

And the touch of Sylvia's hand
Is as light as milkweed down
When the meads are golden brown
And the autumn fills the land

Sylvia: - just the echoing
Of her voice brings back to me
From the depths of memory
All the loveliness of spring;

Sylvia! Sylvia!
Such a face as drifts thro' dreams
This is Sylvia to the sight