Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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COME TO YON BIRKEN BOWER. |
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COME TO YON BIRKEN BOWER.
Come, Flora, to yon birken bower,
To shun the noontide rays,
And talk of love till Phœbus leave the sky.
The roses wide their fragrance shower
Throughout the woodland maze,
And sweet the streamlet murmurs bye:
Flowers spring; birds sing,
With their music rocks ring;
Roaming fancy's luring glances
Charm the mental eye.
Come Flora, &c.
To shun the noontide rays,
And talk of love till Phœbus leave the sky.
The roses wide their fragrance shower
Throughout the woodland maze,
And sweet the streamlet murmurs bye:
Flowers spring; birds sing,
With their music rocks ring;
Roaming fancy's luring glances
Charm the mental eye.
Come Flora, &c.
Laburnum waves her yellow hair,
Where honey-suckles twine
With ivy green, in yonder sweet alcove;
The hum of bees floats through the air,
Till Zephyr fan the pine
And aspen, trembling in the grove.
Nearest, dearest,
Still my soul thou cheerest;
Looks of love all cares remove
From me, while thus we rove.
Laburnum waves, &c.
Where honey-suckles twine
With ivy green, in yonder sweet alcove;
The hum of bees floats through the air,
Till Zephyr fan the pine
And aspen, trembling in the grove.
Nearest, dearest,
Still my soul thou cheerest;
Looks of love all cares remove
From me, while thus we rove.
Laburnum waves, &c.
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