The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . CJ^ LXX. In May J- J- T^HE brook down the bank drips into a mossy-*- moat— Deep, deep, deep! sings the nightingale,Cool and deep !And the rain falls into the jonquils golden throat : Whilst I weep,Thousands of red-fringed daisies are fast asleep !Yes, every flower sleeps now, and none will wake—Even you, although I perish for your sake !Some one is sobbing the happy May-wood the wood-doves whisper gently, Who, love,who? Who ? 113 And .1 slim yellow bird i^ocs ^ from sprayk) spray ; lIciT am I, (larliiiLj, siiis^s he, quite
The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . CJ^ LXX. In May J- J- T^HE brook down the bank drips into a mossy-*- moat— Deep, deep, deep! sings the nightingale,Cool and deep !And the rain falls into the jonquils golden throat : Whilst I weep,Thousands of red-fringed daisies are fast asleep !Yes, every flower sleeps now, and none will wake—Even you, although I perish for your sake !Some one is sobbing the happy May-wood the wood-doves whisper gently, Who, love,who? Who ? 113 And .1 slim yellow bird i^ocs ^ from sprayk) spray ; lIciT am I, (larliiiLj, siiis^s he, quite close by 1All Ihe (lay laiij^hiuL^ ovei^ my nest of iiay— Hark that cryOf the nightingale in the silence!—Must I diel\)i lo\e, love, love, whili- Ihe ciimson hawthorn cupBrims full of joy, and the rosy moon curves upits sinking shell, as tlu nii^hts mer^e into June?And Ihe wood-(K)ves whisper s^ently, Hush, ilear ! Si)on ! Soon ! The limestoni brook luns into the fei nv well, And all the swt-et May-faces stoop down todrink ;Atid a fairy chi
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