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GORSE.
There's wildfire on the common now,
And every bush a mounting fire.
The flames spring upward, bough by bough,
Fountains of fire that still aspire.
And every bush a mounting fire.
The flames spring upward, bough by bough,
Fountains of fire that still aspire.
Now every path's a golden street,
Gold walls bow down to let you pass,
As Israel's children in the heat
Trod honey and dew for molten brass.
Gold walls bow down to let you pass,
As Israel's children in the heat
Trod honey and dew for molten brass.
Are golden valleys, golden dells,
And every bloom a golden house,
Where clogged with honey, by golden wells,
The gold bee makes his gold carouse?
And every bloom a golden house,
Where clogged with honey, by golden wells,
The gold bee makes his gold carouse?
The sun but now has gone to bed:
The stars shine palely, one by one;
The moon unveils her silver head,
Dreams it is morning and the sun.
The stars shine palely, one by one;
The moon unveils her silver head,
Dreams it is morning and the sun.
Come, fire-flies, in your shining flights,
And warm your gossamer wings from cold,
Through the rich dark of summer nights
Here's flame that lights the world to gold.
And warm your gossamer wings from cold,
Through the rich dark of summer nights
Here's flame that lights the world to gold.
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Come, squirrel; from the wood and grove
Your favourite sweets the sun distils,
All nutty fragrances you love—
Some attar of nuts the good month spills.
Your favourite sweets the sun distils,
All nutty fragrances you love—
Some attar of nuts the good month spills.
The nightingale is now awake;
In all the copses lovers sleep,
All the night long, by bush and brake,
Torches of Hymen flare and leap.
In all the copses lovers sleep,
All the night long, by bush and brake,
Torches of Hymen flare and leap.
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