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With Me, my Love, Repair.
1817.
With me, my love, repair
While the Morn gives us leisure,
And the Spirit of Air
Is abroad on his pleasure.
He has left the blue sky,
Where each white cloud is sleeping,
Through the gay scenes to fly
Which the clear dews are steeping.
While the Morn gives us leisure,
And the Spirit of Air
Is abroad on his pleasure.
He has left the blue sky,
Where each white cloud is sleeping,
Through the gay scenes to fly
Which the clear dews are steeping.
He roves through the heaths
And the thyme of the mountain;
He playfully breathes
On the blue-curling fountain.
The field, where the bee
O'er the mead-flower is humming,
And the gold-blooming lea,
Roll in waves at his coming.
And the thyme of the mountain;
He playfully breathes
On the blue-curling fountain.
The field, where the bee
O'er the mead-flower is humming,
And the gold-blooming lea,
Roll in waves at his coming.
Through the hawthorn he goes,
With its snow-load of blossom;
And his kiss finds the rose
With the dew on her bosom!—
But with me! and he will come
From the best and the rarest,
To sport with the bloom
On the cheek of my fairest!
With its snow-load of blossom;
And his kiss finds the rose
With the dew on her bosom!—
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From the best and the rarest,
To sport with the bloom
On the cheek of my fairest!
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