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[The lily bells are wet with dew]
The lily bells are wet with dew,
The morning sunbeams kiss the rose,
And rich of scent and bright of hue
The summer garden glows.
Then up, and weave a garland, sweet,
To braid thy raven hair,
Before the noontide's withering heat
Strike on those flowerets fair.
The morning sunbeams kiss the rose,
And rich of scent and bright of hue
The summer garden glows.
Then up, and weave a garland, sweet,
To braid thy raven hair,
Before the noontide's withering heat
Strike on those flowerets fair.
A flickering cloud is in the sky,
A murmuring whisper in the gale;
They tell that stormy rain is nigh,
Or desolating hail.
Then up, and weave a garland, sweet,
To deck thy glossy hair,
Nor wait till evening tempests beat
Upon those flowerets fair.
A murmuring whisper in the gale;
They tell that stormy rain is nigh,
Or desolating hail.
Then up, and weave a garland, sweet,
To deck thy glossy hair,
Nor wait till evening tempests beat
Upon those flowerets fair.
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