Treasures of Spring
Come my darling the rose is in bloom,
Treasures of springtime bountifully strewn;
The air is so soft and crystal the streams,
And the sky rides high in sunlit beams.
Let us go down to the fresh dark shades,
Where feet find rest in cool green glades;
Where elfin sprites chant evening hymns,
And shadows dance with careless whims.
When you grow tired I'll find you a bed,
With silver green mosses to cushion your head;
And there is the place I will rest at your feet,
While I pledge my love too oft to repeat.
So happy I look and gently I'll sigh
That you might think of a kiss passing by;
And I'll reach out to draw you near me,
To hold you close for all eternity.
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