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LOVE'S ROSARY
Love's rosary is ours this holiday,
So let us worship Eros, Lord of bliss.
Let me be priest and teach you as we pray
Love's rosary.
The first fair golden globe denotes a kiss,
Curve your sweet lips the proper churchly way,
And you must lie within my arms at this.
Keep all the rites! It will not do to miss
A single bead in all the long array.
Ah, Sweet, we'll tell on every day, I wis,
Love's rosary.
So let us worship Eros, Lord of bliss.
Let me be priest and teach you as we pray
Love's rosary.
The first fair golden globe denotes a kiss,
Curve your sweet lips the proper churchly way,
And you must lie within my arms at this.
Keep all the rites! It will not do to miss
A single bead in all the long array.
Ah, Sweet, we'll tell on every day, I wis,
Love's rosary.
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“The Princess cried; her tears fell on the ground
Like pearls of moonlight, precious, fair and round.”
But when the Princess whom I worship cries
Then from the clouded heaven of her eyes
Rain of such sweet wild loveliness I sip
My heart says “Stop!” but not my eager lip.
Like pearls of moonlight, precious, fair and round.”
But when the Princess whom I worship cries
Then from the clouded heaven of her eyes
Rain of such sweet wild loveliness I sip
My heart says “Stop!” but not my eager lip.
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