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Come—be the meadows
Love's vernal scene—
And I will buy thee
Garments of green.
Delicate garments,
Which thou shalt wear
Short and becoming—
Speed we, my fair!
Speed we o'er mountain,
Valley, and hill—
Our nuptial music
Shall be a rill.
And the green-turf, love,
Our bed of down;
There will we slumber,
Loving—alone—
Thou—thou mine own!The last verse is not in Čelakowsky's printed
