 | Here be blue and white violets from the garden wherein grew meadowsweet |  |
A LOVE SONG.
Thou art to me like wells in wildernesses
That save the thirsty from consuming skies;
Thy hand, thy voice, thine ev'ry gesture blesses—
I know thee mine, and I am thine!
I kiss thy lips and live in paradise—
I feel thy heart proclaim it paradise!
That save the thirsty from consuming skies;
Thy hand, thy voice, thine ev'ry gesture blesses—
I know thee mine, and I am thine!
I kiss thy lips and live in paradise—
I feel thy heart proclaim it paradise!
Tho' summer fall and grass be dead at even,
Art thou not here, my love with angel eyes?
Tho' stars and gods alike should fall from heaven
Thou still art mine, and I am thine!
Thy head is on my breast in paradise—
Thy lips on mine proclaim it paradise!
Art thou not here, my love with angel eyes?
Tho' stars and gods alike should fall from heaven
Thou still art mine, and I am thine!
Thy head is on my breast in paradise—
Thy lips on mine proclaim it paradise!
| Here be blue and white violets from the garden wherein grew meadowsweet | |