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BY THE RIVER.
Love! of delight the bringer and giver:
Under the boughs began my lay,
Sitting with Her beside the river;
Laughing the glad waves went their way.
Under the boughs began my lay,
Sitting with Her beside the river;
Laughing the glad waves went their way.
She whose beauty bewitch'd the Singer
(Under the green leaves lovers may)
Whisper'd—“I am the joy-gift bringer!”
Laughing the glad waves went their way.
(Under the green leaves lovers may)
Whisper'd—“I am the joy-gift bringer!”
Laughing the glad waves went their way.
Love, of delight the bringer and giver!—
Under the leaves, in the evening grey,
Nothing I hear but the laughing river
—Mocking my sorrow's roundelay.
Under the leaves, in the evening grey,
Nothing I hear but the laughing river
—Mocking my sorrow's roundelay.
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