 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
CHANT D'AMOUR.
The ewe-sheep knows her little lamb
Amid ten thousand little lambkins playing;
The lambkin knows her tender voice of balm
Amid ten thousand other sheep, when straying;
So does my soul, amid ten thousand, see
The one ten thousand times most dear to me.
Amid ten thousand little lambkins playing;
The lambkin knows her tender voice of balm
Amid ten thousand other sheep, when straying;
So does my soul, amid ten thousand, see
The one ten thousand times most dear to me.
I lie down like the Marigold,
At sunset, when I should be sleeping;
And rise up with him, as he doth unfold
His petals to the sun with weeping;
Because thou art the sun that shines for me,
And I the flower that only blooms for thee.
At sunset, when I should be sleeping;
And rise up with him, as he doth unfold
His petals to the sun with weeping;
Because thou art the sun that shines for me,
And I the flower that only blooms for thee.
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As longs the Day's-eye for the light,
When Earth in the embrace of Night is lying;
So does my soul, that blossoms at thy sight,
Droop when the presence of its day is dying;
Because the only Sun that shines for me,
Gives life unto the flower that blooms for thee.
When Earth in the embrace of Night is lying;
So does my soul, that blossoms at thy sight,
Droop when the presence of its day is dying;
Because the only Sun that shines for me,
Gives life unto the flower that blooms for thee.
| Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights | |