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RONDEL.
[KISS me, sweetheart; the Spring is here]
KISS me, sweetheart; the Spring is here
And Love is lord of you and me.
The bluebells beckon each passing bee;
The wild wood laughs to the flowered year:
There is no bird in brake or brere
But to his little mate sings he,
“Kiss me, sweetheart; the Spring is here
And Love is lord of you and me.”
And Love is lord of you and me.
The bluebells beckon each passing bee;
The wild wood laughs to the flowered year:
There is no bird in brake or brere
But to his little mate sings he,
“Kiss me, sweetheart; the Spring is here
And Love is lord of you and me.”
The blue sky laughs out sweet and clear;
The missel-thrush upon the tree
Pipes for sheer gladness loud and free;
And I go singing to my dear,
“Kiss me, sweetheart; the Spring is here
And Love is lord of you and me.”
The missel-thrush upon the tree
Pipes for sheer gladness loud and free;
And I go singing to my dear,
“Kiss me, sweetheart; the Spring is here
And Love is lord of you and me.”
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