the love letter.
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Pleasant breezes fan thy cheek,
Blushing flowers thy care bespeak;
Birds upon the branching tree
Warble forth their melody;
And the hum-bird glances by,
With the gauze-winged butterfly,
Tossing in the summer air,
As bright gems were floating there.
All is lovely, fair, and free—
Nature's banquet spread for thee.
Blushing flowers thy care bespeak;
Birds upon the branching tree
Warble forth their melody;
And the hum-bird glances by,
With the gauze-winged butterfly,
Tossing in the summer air,
As bright gems were floating there.
All is lovely, fair, and free—
Nature's banquet spread for thee.
Vain each charm that haunts thy bower:
They have lost their wonted power;
Flowers may blossom, birds may sing,
Zephyrs roam on fragrant wing,
Insects hum, and sunbeams fall,
Thou art heedless of them all.
What to thee the azure sky?
What the song-bird's minstrelsy?
What the flush of summer day?
Thou, in thought, art far away,
Roving with thy distant lover,
Other climes and countries over.
They have lost their wonted power;
Flowers may blossom, birds may sing,
Zephyrs roam on fragrant wing,
Insects hum, and sunbeams fall,
Thou art heedless of them all.
What to thee the azure sky?
What the song-bird's minstrelsy?
What the flush of summer day?
Thou, in thought, art far away,
Roving with thy distant lover,
Other climes and countries over.
