LOVE IN ABSENCE
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LOVE IMPATIENT
Come while the sweet Spring stays, O come!
Come ere the nightingale be dumb;
While on her eggs his mate doth sit,
And all the chestnut lamps are lit.
Come ere the nightingale be dumb;
While on her eggs his mate doth sit,
And all the chestnut lamps are lit.
Come ere the baby leaves grow old.
Crumpled and soft, these keep the fold
Of tight enswathed buds, O come!
While yet the swallow is new to home.
Crumpled and soft, these keep the fold
Of tight enswathed buds, O come!
While yet the swallow is new to home.
Come while our orchard like a bride
Blushes through white, and evening-tide
Hangs all the pear-trees with such white,
Spun from the moon-rays for delight.
Blushes through white, and evening-tide
Hangs all the pear-trees with such white,
Spun from the moon-rays for delight.
Come while the yellow moon still shows,
A moon of honey, a golden rose;
And while all night in rapt content
Our garden of Eden spills its scent.
A moon of honey, a golden rose;
And while all night in rapt content
Our garden of Eden spills its scent.
Come ere the cuckoo's song is over,
Come in the day of every lover,
When every lover still wings for home;
Come ere the nightingale be dumb!
Come in the day of every lover,
When every lover still wings for home;
Come ere the nightingale be dumb!
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