When under high bowers
We pass,
Where the west wind freckles with flowers
All the grass.
We pass,
Where the west wind freckles with flowers
All the grass.
But a child’s thoughts bear
More bright
Sweet visions by day, and more fair
Dreams by night,
More bright
Sweet visions by day, and more fair
Dreams by night,
Than summer’s whole treasure
Can be:
What am I that his thought should take pleasure,
Then, in me?
Can be:
What am I that his thought should take pleasure,
Then, in me?
I am only my love’s
True lover,
With a nestful of songs, like doves
Under cover,
True lover,
With a nestful of songs, like doves
Under cover,
That I bring in my cap
Fresh caught,
To be laid on my small king’s lap—
Worth just nought.
Fresh caught,
To be laid on my small king’s lap—
Worth just nought.
Yet it haply may hap
That he,
When the mirth in his veins is as sap
In a tree,
That he,
When the mirth in his veins is as sap
In a tree,
Will remember me too
Some day
Ere the transit be thoroughly through
Of this May—
Some day
Ere the transit be thoroughly through
Of this May—
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