1 I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, <br />2 Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air; <br />3 I see her tripping where the bright streams play, <br />4 Happy as the daisies that dance on her way. <br />5 Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour. <br />6 Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er: <br />7 Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, <br />8 Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air. <br /> <br />9 I long for Jeanie with the daydawn smile, <br />10 Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile; <br />11 I hear her melodies, like joys gone by, <br />12 Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die: -- <br />13 Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain, -- <br />14 Wailing for the lost one that comes not again: <br />15 Oh! I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low, <br />16 Never more to find her where the bright waters flow. <br /> <br />17 I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed <br />18 Far from the fond hearts round her native glade; <br />19 Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown, <br />20 Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone. <br />21 Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore <br />22 While her gentle fingers will cull them no more: <br />23 Oh! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair, <br />24 Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.<br /><br />Stephen C. Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jeanie-with-the-light-brown-hair/
