Bird-Notes by Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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Love-Song. |
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54
XXVIII. Love-Song.
Come to me by greenest lanes
White with hawthorn-flowers,
Woodland nooks where from the rains
The frail violet cowers,
Cottage-porches by the plains
Where o'er latticed window-panes
Tenderly the peasant trains
Arches of rose-bowers.
White with hawthorn-flowers,
Woodland nooks where from the rains
The frail violet cowers,
Cottage-porches by the plains
Where o'er latticed window-panes
Tenderly the peasant trains
Arches of rose-bowers.
Come to me by dreamiest lakes
In the forest's keeping,
Where the nightingale awakes
While the world is sleeping,
Where each ripple whose heart breaks
Is a melody that aches,
Like a soul which love forsakes,
Weeping, weeping, weeping.
In the forest's keeping,
Where the nightingale awakes
While the world is sleeping,
Where each ripple whose heart breaks
Is a melody that aches,
Like a soul which love forsakes,
Weeping, weeping, weeping.
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Glad or mournful be the scene,
Day or night, my dearest,
Sunlight gold or moonlight green,
Joy or grief be nearest,
Thou of all things heard or seen,
Things that shall be or have been,
Lark and nightingale, art queen,
Cloudiest and clearest.
Day or night, my dearest,
Sunlight gold or moonlight green,
Joy or grief be nearest,
Thou of all things heard or seen,
Things that shall be or have been,
Lark and nightingale, art queen,
Cloudiest and clearest.
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