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HIS SONG.
Sing to me how I pine to blow
The flower beneath thy lattice low—
Then wouldst thou cull me, sweet, and wear
A captive in thy slumberous hair,
Thy hair?
The flower beneath thy lattice low—
Then wouldst thou cull me, sweet, and wear
A captive in thy slumberous hair,
Thy hair?
Sing to me how I yearn to shine
Yon pearly star above yon pine
Thou gazest on—I, of the skies,
Should thus be taken to thine eyes,
Thine eyes?
Yon pearly star above yon pine
Thou gazest on—I, of the skies,
Should thus be taken to thine eyes,
Thine eyes?
Sing to me how I'd be the breeze
Which dips the dandelioned leas
Thy footsteps find—I, of the south,
Might live a kiss upon thy mouth,
Thy mouth?
Which dips the dandelioned leas
Thy footsteps find—I, of the south,
Might live a kiss upon thy mouth,
Thy mouth?
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Sing to me how my heart doth long
To be the burden of some song
Thou lovest; so myself might be
The melody of memory
To thee.
To be the burden of some song
Thou lovest; so myself might be
The melody of memory
To thee.
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