Spirit Flowers.
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But the riband that tied these flow'rs so dear,
I tried to catch and keep it to wear,
As a fillet to bind my wayward hair.
I tried to catch and keep it to wear,
As a fillet to bind my wayward hair.
O would ye smell these flowers so fair,
That were wafted to me on the sunset air,
These spirit flowers from gardens of air?
That were wafted to me on the sunset air,
These spirit flowers from gardens of air?
Then follow in spirit,—walk with me
By the murmuring tide of the distant sea,
And ye'll breathe these flowers given to me,
With scent of the pine and breath of the sea,
By the one I love, who is far from me.
By the murmuring tide of the distant sea,
And ye'll breathe these flowers given to me,
With scent of the pine and breath of the sea,
By the one I love, who is far from me.
