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Winds in whispers coming
Teach you love's sweet lore,
For your reluctant lips still worshipping the more.
Teach you love's sweet lore,
For your reluctant lips still worshipping the more.
Birds with music laden
Shower their songs on you;
And the rustic maiden,
Standing in the dew,
By your alternate leaves tells if her love be true.
Shower their songs on you;
And the rustic maiden,
Standing in the dew,
By your alternate leaves tells if her love be true.
Little stars of glory!
From your amber eyes
No inconstant story
Of her love should rise!
And yet "He loves me not!" is oft the sad surprise.
From your amber eyes
No inconstant story
Of her love should rise!
And yet "He loves me not!" is oft the sad surprise.
Crowds of milk-white blossoms!
Noon's concentred beams
Glowing in your bosoms;
So, by living streams
In heaven, I think the light of flowers immortal gleams.
Noon's concentred beams
Glowing in your bosoms;
So, by living streams
In heaven, I think the light of flowers immortal gleams.
When your date is over,
Peacefully ye fade,
Peacefully ye fade,
