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MADRIGAL GAI.
THE summer-sunshine comes and goes;
The bee hums in the heart of the rose:
Heart of my hope, the year is sweet;
The lilies lighten about thy feet.
The bee hums in the heart of the rose:
Heart of my hope, the year is sweet;
The lilies lighten about thy feet.
A new light glitters on land and sea;
The turtles couple on every tree.
Light of my life, the fields are fair;
Gossamers tangle thy golden hair.
The turtles couple on every tree.
Light of my life, the fields are fair;
Gossamers tangle thy golden hair.
The air with kisses is blithe and gay;
Love is so sweet in the middle May.
Sweet of my soul, the brook is blue;
Thine eyes with heaven have pierced it through.
Love is so sweet in the middle May.
Sweet of my soul, the brook is blue;
Thine eyes with heaven have pierced it through.
Now is the time for kisses, now
When bird-songs babble from every bough.
Sweetest, my soul is a bird that sips
Honey of heaven from out thy lips.
When bird-songs babble from every bough.
Sweetest, my soul is a bird that sips
Honey of heaven from out thy lips.
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