Bird-Notes by Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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IV. Greeting.
I send my love to you,
And sweet repose,
A snow-white dove to you,
A fan, a glove to you,
A crimson rose.
And sweet repose,
A snow-white dove to you,
A fan, a glove to you,
A crimson rose.
The dove shall brood while you are fanned
By singing maids to rest,
The glove shall clasp your gentle hand,
The rose lie on your breast.
By singing maids to rest,
The glove shall clasp your gentle hand,
The rose lie on your breast.
What will you bring to me
Lest I despair?
A flower, a ring to me,
A ribbon-string to me,
A lock of hair?
Lest I despair?
A flower, a ring to me,
A ribbon-string to me,
A lock of hair?
The flower in music shall be pressed,
The ring shall make me brave,
The ribbon lie on my living breast,
The hair-tress in my grave.
The ring shall make me brave,
The ribbon lie on my living breast,
The hair-tress in my grave.
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