The masque of the muses . ¢^ And the bees are coquetting with the bloom ; But the roses and the flowers, now in prime, Fade and fall in an early autumn tomb. Lady Beauty, you are blooming as the Spring, And the loves are coquetting with your heart;Oh, listen to the symphony they singEre the dying tones falter and depart. Lady Beauty, now your mirrored face, bright As the wild rose reflected from the of happy, happy days of delight All enwrapped in the glamour of a , darling, on the ebbing of the tide, To the sea those untiring waters move;They murmur yet they sparkle a
The masque of the muses . ¢^ And the bees are coquetting with the bloom ; But the roses and the flowers, now in prime, Fade and fall in an early autumn tomb. Lady Beauty, you are blooming as the Spring, And the loves are coquetting with your heart;Oh, listen to the symphony they singEre the dying tones falter and depart. Lady Beauty, now your mirrored face, bright As the wild rose reflected from the of happy, happy days of delight All enwrapped in the glamour of a , darling, on the ebbing of the tide, To the sea those untiring waters move;They murmur yet they sparkle as they glide, For they haste to the ocean of their love. Lady Beauty, prize the merry Spring Time, While the flowers along your pathway are bright;Spring and winter both come in every clime. And the morning dawns â harbinger of Beauty, I have loved you true and long, Can I not your hearts dearest passion move?Oh, listen to the pleading of my song â Come in joy to the ocean of my love. THINE AND MINE. She- AY I sit-down, and dream with thee, Beneath the blooming greenwood tree,And hold that hand of thine ? While every fluttering leaf aboveIs whispering its tale of love Oh, I would whisper mine !Then let me sit and dream with theeBeneath the blooming greenwood tree. To shield from harm My circling armAround thee Ill entwine ; A bird of weary wing Ill rest and singA song of thine and mine. Come sit thee down and dream with meBeneath the softly whispering tree ; Thourt weary wandering far,And while the twinkling eyes of nightAre looking down in calm delight. Well choose our dwelling star. 84 THE MASQUE OF THE MUSES. Yes, sit thee down and dream with meBeneath the blooming greenwood tree. To guide from harm My circHng armAround thee Ill entwine ; Two birds of weary wing Well rest and singA song of thine and mine. Both â Were sitting here in rapture dear,And there is none to make us fear;Our hands are clasped in shall be true the wide world through,And n
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