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Singst thou of love, my pretty bird, Singst thou of love? Thy melody my heart has stirred. Singst thou of love? Thy ovice doth fill th morning airWith notes of restful song that bearA message that methinks I've heardBefore. Singst thou of love,…

A sacred spot is this beside this grave:Here lies the one who nursed me at her breastAsleep in ever boundless, endless rest,Beyond the reach of earth's wild-aching craveTo live, beyond the grasp of fears that braveThe protests of the soul. Divine…

Too long I've waited here For thee, my love, the light Of evening star hath lent the spell And dream of its sweet beauty to the song Of night so long a while, the spell Doth wake my sighs, my light, I've waited here Too long.

A wild, wild chase it is that Love gives man,But where's the man who would not take the run? --- It's something more to give them 'tis to take,At least most men I've met complain 'tis so. --- I love the world because 'tis good I should,And yet I…

A friend in need? Ah, yes - I know - you mean,
My boy, that something which all men have sought
In one way or another: still, they've caught
It not. A phantom's fitting form you've seen,
Some sad, wild Winter's night, when you have been
Your…

A jaunty, tidy, sober lot ye are,
My lordly innocents. A bumper to
Your health I drink. I would that skies deep blue
In friendship's light be ever thine, thy star
Of hope be Truth, thy fondest dreams no bar
To block thy way to fame. If winds…

Suppose the Day should wake some mornAnd find the Sun had left the skyTo Night, would she take wing and flyTo bring him back to hearts forlorn?Suppose the Night should come some eveAnd find the Stars had left the skyTo Day, would she take wing and…

In my ladys silken hair,
Nestling low in fragrance there,
Slept a flower, a bud of May,
Soft and pure as breath of day,
Greeting morn before the sun
Has his waking well begun.
And I wonder if my love
Is a vision from above;
If the angels gave…

A dreamer? Yes. Why not? You have your way.
You think, perhaps you even dream. I know
Not if you dream like me; but whether so
Or otherwise, have you ne'er felt the day
Steal to your heart and bring the light and play
Of incompleted want? Hath…

Ah, Fancy, what a prank you've played me, To make me dream of fate assured You should have said she did not want me, Just think, I may've the other girl secured.