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THE VOICE OF EVENING.
Willie and I were resting
Close by the side of a wood,
Just when the birds were nesting
Safe in its solitude.
‘Coo,’ said the cushat, dreaming;
‘Love is so sweet; coo, coo!’
Willie's blue eyes were beaming,
And my heart said it too.
Close by the side of a wood,
Just when the birds were nesting
Safe in its solitude.
‘Coo,’ said the cushat, dreaming;
‘Love is so sweet; coo, coo!’
Willie's blue eyes were beaming,
And my heart said it too.
The sun went down before us
In a steady blaze of gold;
And, one wide billow, o'er us
The sky's blue ocean rolled.
Behind us the moon came peeping
Shyly over the trees—
‘Is he gone? is the world all sleeping?
May I venture across the seas?’
In a steady blaze of gold;
And, one wide billow, o'er us
The sky's blue ocean rolled.
Behind us the moon came peeping
Shyly over the trees—
‘Is he gone? is the world all sleeping?
May I venture across the seas?’
‘Coo!’ said my Willie sweetly;
‘Coo!’ said the dreaming dove.
Come, little moon, completely;
Nothing's awake but Love!
Love in the forest dreaming,
Love in the blue unfurled,
With light beyond it, beaming
Love on a weary world!
‘Coo!’ said the dreaming dove.
Come, little moon, completely;
Nothing's awake but Love!
Love in the forest dreaming,
Love in the blue unfurled,
With light beyond it, beaming
Love on a weary world!
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