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Go. Yarrow flow'r so sweetly smelling,
Is there on earth so soft a dwelling?
Go, lovely flow'r, tlou prettiest flow'r
That ever smil'd in Yarrow bow'r;
Go, daughter of the dewy morning,
With Alves' blush the fields adorning.
Go, lovely rose! what dost thou hiere,
Ling'ring away thy short-liv'd year,
Vainly shining, idly blooming,
Thy unenjoyed sweets consuming?
Vain is thy radiant garlies hue,
No hand to pull, no eye to view;
What are thy charms, no heart desiring?
What profits beauty, none admiring.
radiant gave to view desiring
Go, Yarrow flow'r, to Yarrow maid,
And, on her panting bosom laid,
There, all thy native form confessing;
The charm of beauty is possessing.
Come, Yarrow maid, from Yarrow field;
What pleasure can the desert yield?
Come to my breast, O! all excelling,
Is there on earth so kind a dwelling?
Come, my dear maid? thou prettiest maid
That ever smil'd in Yarrow shade:
Come, sister of the dewy morning,
With Alves' blush the dance adorning.
Come, lovely maid! love calls thee here;
Linger no more thy fleeting year,
Vainly shining, idly blooming,
Thy unenjoyed sweets consuming.
