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I wish my love were some sweet flower,
And I some happy roaming bee,
Light winging to her woodland bower,
And all her sweetness waiting me.
And I some happy roaming bee,
Light winging to her woodland bower,
And all her sweetness waiting me.
I wish my love were some fair bird,
And I some young and favourite tree,
Where she might come, and sing, unheard,
Unseen, by all—save love and me.
And I some young and favourite tree,
Where she might come, and sing, unheard,
Unseen, by all—save love and me.
I wish I were the leaves that shield
The rose from harm, and she the rose,
Together sweet our lives to yield,
Together in our death repose.
The rose from harm, and she the rose,
Together sweet our lives to yield,
Together in our death repose.
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