And in the merry month of May
When day is fraught with happy hours,
When wintry storms have passed away,
And every field is full of flowers,
When clustered blossoms deck the bowers,
And morn is made to spend in sport,
Sweet Heurodis went from her towers
With two fair maidens of the court,
When day is fraught with happy hours,
When wintry storms have passed away,
And every field is full of flowers,
When clustered blossoms deck the bowers,
And morn is made to spend in sport,
Sweet Heurodis went from her towers
With two fair maidens of the court,
And out into the air of spring,
To revel in a grove, and see
The lovely blossoms bourgeoning,
And linnets piping cheerily.
At last, beneath a spreading tree,
They sat them down in grasses deep,
And soon-—the maids watched at her knee—
The queen was lying fast asleep.
To revel in a grove, and see
The lovely blossoms bourgeoning,
And linnets piping cheerily.
At last, beneath a spreading tree,
They sat them down in grasses deep,
And soon-—the maids watched at her knee—
The queen was lying fast asleep.
They feared to waken her too soon,
So let her lie in sweet repose.
So let her lie in sweet repose.
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