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SONG. II.
Thou art free as the air, I prithee away,
Like a bee overburdened with sweets,
Who roving mid blossoms, a moment will stay,
To sip of each one that it meets.
Like a bee overburdened with sweets,
Who roving mid blossoms, a moment will stay,
To sip of each one that it meets.
I would not detain thee if lured to depart,
Thou cravest a love light and free,
The rapture, the thrill, the doubt of the heart,
Then why tarry longer with me?
Thou cravest a love light and free,
The rapture, the thrill, the doubt of the heart,
Then why tarry longer with me?
I spurn from me vows which another may share,
The smile that is lavished on all—
This proud heart may battle with death or despair,
It will not be longer thy thrall.
The smile that is lavished on all—
This proud heart may battle with death or despair,
It will not be longer thy thrall.
Go revel in smiles—I blame thee, no never!
Win hearts that are fickle as thine,
And forget, oh forget, both now and for ever,
The truth and the fervor of mine.
Win hearts that are fickle as thine,
And forget, oh forget, both now and for ever,
The truth and the fervor of mine.
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