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O, sing to me one song of thine,
One song before we part,
That I may bear away with me
Its music in my heart.
Let it be a gentle one,
A song of early joy,
Such as a fair-haired maiden sings
To win her much-loved boy.
One song before we part,
That I may bear away with me
Its music in my heart.
Let it be a gentle one,
A song of early joy,
Such as a fair-haired maiden sings
To win her much-loved boy.
O, sing to me the song I heard,
The other day, at noon,
When it came to me like a warbling bird,
And ceased as short and soon.
Bashfully that song was still,
For I started from out the trees;
So the bird is hush, when the bramble-bush
Stirs with the passing breeze.
The other day, at noon,
When it came to me like a warbling bird,
And ceased as short and soon.
Bashfully that song was still,
For I started from out the trees;
So the bird is hush, when the bramble-bush
Stirs with the passing breeze.
Turn not so tearfully away,—
I cannot bear to part,
With anything but hope and joy
In the swelling of my heart.
Look up to me with laughing eyes,—
We shall meet again erelong;
And then the greeting I shall have
Will be thy gentle song.
I cannot bear to part,
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In the swelling of my heart.
Look up to me with laughing eyes,—
We shall meet again erelong;
And then the greeting I shall have
Will be thy gentle song.
So sing to me that song of joy,
That song of summer bowers,
Murmuring like the soft, warm breath
Of a south-wind over flowers.
I will kiss thee as thou warblest on,
My token as I part,
And so will bear away with me
Thy music in my heart.
That song of summer bowers,
Murmuring like the soft, warm breath
Of a south-wind over flowers.
I will kiss thee as thou warblest on,
My token as I part,
And so will bear away with me
Thy music in my heart.
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