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MORNING WALK IN JUNE.
So perfect and so grand;
The purple grape it forms a part,
Surpassing all the rules of art,
Which mid the dews expand.
The purple grape it forms a part,
Surpassing all the rules of art,
Which mid the dews expand.
The herds are grazing by the stream;
Beneath the boughs I catch a gleam,
And hear the ripples flow.
The minstrels, too, of air and light,
From grove to grove they wing their yen
And songs of praise bestow.
Beneath the boughs I catch a gleam,
And hear the ripples flow.
The minstrels, too, of air and light,
From grove to grove they wing their yen
And songs of praise bestow.
My heart with love it is imbued
In this majestic solitude;
All nature seems to bless;
I find no language to reveal,
To you, beloved, one half I feel,
Not half can I express.
In this majestic solitude;
All nature seems to bless;
I find no language to reveal,
To you, beloved, one half I feel,
Not half can I express.
