Minuscula Lyrics of Nature, Art and Love. By Francis William Bourdillon |
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The Magic Maiden |
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The Magic Maiden
Is there poison on thy lips
Magic maiden?
Like the luscious flowers death-laden
The wild bee sips,
In deep forest glooms,
Whose stars are blooms.
Magic maiden?
Like the luscious flowers death-laden
The wild bee sips,
In deep forest glooms,
Whose stars are blooms.
Though mine eyes drank love at thine
'Twas but pastime,
Till, alas! we met the last time;
Thy lips touched mine.
And now I draw to thee,
Thou moon—I see.
'Twas but pastime,
Till, alas! we met the last time;
Thy lips touched mine.
And now I draw to thee,
Thou moon—I see.
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