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THE LOVER'S SONG.
Bee in the deep flower bells,
Brook in the cavern dim,
Fawn in the woodland dells
Hideth him.
Brook in the cavern dim,
Fawn in the woodland dells
Hideth him.
I hide in thy deep flower eyes,
In the well of thy dark cold eye;
In thy heart my feelings rise,
There they lie.
In the well of thy dark cold eye;
In thy heart my feelings rise,
There they lie.
Sing love, sing, for thy song
Filleth the life of my mind;
Thou bendest my woes along
Like a wind.
Filleth the life of my mind;
Thou bendest my woes along
Like a wind.
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Green of the spring and flower,
Fruit of the summer day,
Midnight and moon-lit hour—
What say they?
Fruit of the summer day,
Midnight and moon-lit hour—
What say they?
Centre of them thou art,
Building that points on high;
Sun,—for it is in thy heart,
Will not die.
Building that points on high;
Sun,—for it is in thy heart,
Will not die.
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