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[SONG. Come take all my jewels and lie down, my dove]
Come take all my jewels and lie down, my dove!
And rest on my bosom, my own dearest love!
Come lie on the roses—the fairest of spring—
And see the white swan from the rivers take wing.
And rest on my bosom, my own dearest love!
Come lie on the roses—the fairest of spring—
And see the white swan from the rivers take wing.
Come rest where the wild running streams hyaline
Are borne far away from the limpets that shine—
Come rest where the mountains have valleys between,
And lie on the velvet that robes them with green.
Are borne far away from the limpets that shine—
Come rest where the mountains have valleys between,
And lie on the velvet that robes them with green.
Come lie down, my dearest! with peace in my arms,
And give me to banquet all night on thy charms!
Oh! come with thy music—with words that console—
And light the dark midnight that broods on my soul!
And give me to banquet all night on thy charms!
Oh! come with thy music—with words that console—
And light the dark midnight that broods on my soul!
Oh! come to my bosom—come lie on my breast—
And feed me with love till my spirit shall rest!
Oh! come to my thyme-beds besprinkled with dew,
And cheer up the heart that is breaking for you.
And feed me with love till my spirit shall rest!
Oh! come to my thyme-beds besprinkled with dew,
And cheer up the heart that is breaking for you.
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