 | Echoes of Spring |  |
A LOVERS' PLEA.
I have heard the song birds singing,
I have heard the curlews call;
I have heard sweet charming music,
On mine ears it gently fall.
I have heard the curlews call;
I have heard sweet charming music,
On mine ears it gently fall.
I have heard the robin-red-breast,
And the cooing of the dove,
I've been charmed by inspiration,
Now my heart doth melt with love.
And the cooing of the dove,
I've been charmed by inspiration,
Now my heart doth melt with love.
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Yes, the curlew's call reminds me,
Of a voice, full well I know;
And the balmy zephyrs blowing,
Drift my thoughts to long ago.
Of a voice, full well I know;
And the balmy zephyrs blowing,
Drift my thoughts to long ago.
And the rippling brook reminds me,
Of her laughter all the while;
And the bright and golden sun light,
Of her sweet angelic smile.
Of her laughter all the while;
And the bright and golden sun light,
Of her sweet angelic smile.
It is love that now possess me,
And my heart for one doth yearn;
I have loved thee true dear Helen,
Dost thou love me in return?
And my heart for one doth yearn;
I have loved thee true dear Helen,
Dost thou love me in return?
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