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XII
I am like the tufted linden
 All in gala dress arrayed,
Thou art the lovely rose of May,
 Come, seat thee in my shade.

Here every leaf is breathing sweetly,
 Here the buzzing swarm resorts,
Hither fly the birds at even,
 And the birds they are my thoughts.

And far away, away they fly,
 As children from their home they flee,
But they will fly away no more,
 When thou seatst thyself by me.

XIII
Full oft I think—so oft as e’er
 I press thy heart to me, love,
That thou for me alone art here
 On earth, and I for thee, love.

’Tis hard to journey in the world,
 And never be benighted,
And the best bliss on earth is this,
 When kindred hearts are plighted.

And hath the king his coronal,
 And God his heaven above,
The little bird his bower of spring,
 Oh! I have thee, my love.

XIV
Come, sweetheart, ’tis the very hour,
 For holiest prayer on bended knee,
The moon is rising o’er the tower.
 Time flies—oh! loved one, come to me.