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I WILL LISTEN.

I

Come, sing to me thy sweetest lay,
My own dear love! come, sing to me;
Though one by one we've seen the ray
Of each bright planet pass away,
And thought, alas, 'twill soon be day,
Yet I will listen still to thee.

II

Come sing to me! the rills that flow,
Through violet beds most sweet must be.
Winds pilfer sweets where roses grow,
And are those notes so sweet? ah! no,
Their charms to those sweet lips they owe,
And I will listen still to thee.