 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
SECRETS WERE NOT MEANT FOR THREE.
Come with me where violets lie
Like thine eye—hidden deep,
When their lurking glances blue
Thro' long lashes peep;
There, amid the perfume sweet,
Wafted on the balmy breeze,
Shelter'd by the secret shade
Beneath the whisp'ring trees,
Whisp'ring there would I be too—
I've a secret, meant for you,
Sweeter than the wild bee's hum—
Will you come?
Like thine eye—hidden deep,
When their lurking glances blue
Thro' long lashes peep;
There, amid the perfume sweet,
Wafted on the balmy breeze,
Shelter'd by the secret shade
Beneath the whisp'ring trees,
Whisp'ring there would I be too—
I've a secret, meant for you,
Sweeter than the wild bee's hum—
Will you come?
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Come not when the day is bright,
But at night, when the moon
Lights the grove where nightingales
Sing the lover's tune:—
But sweeter than the silver song
That fair Philomel doth sing—
Sweeter than the fragrance fresh
The flowers round us fling—
Sweeter than the poet's dream
By Castalia's gifted stream,
Is the tale I'll tell to thee—
Come with me!
But at night, when the moon
Lights the grove where nightingales
Sing the lover's tune:—
But sweeter than the silver song
That fair Philomel doth sing—
Sweeter than the fragrance fresh
The flowers round us fling—
Sweeter than the poet's dream
By Castalia's gifted stream,
Is the tale I'll tell to thee—
Come with me!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |