FOREST LOVERS
Of poplar, birch, and balsam boughs,
Red cedar-walled, I 'll build my house;
Its pillars silver-boled shall be,
With rafters of the hemlock tree;
Upon the ground the dried ferns spread,
And slippery pine shall make our bed;
Red cedar-walled, I 'll build my house;
Its pillars silver-boled shall be,
With rafters of the hemlock tree;
Upon the ground the dried ferns spread,
And slippery pine shall make our bed;
And all night long the lapping sound
Of waves shall fill our faerie swound;
Nor native creatures, small and shy,
Shall fright us, as they hurry by,
Nor phantom rustle of the trees
Disturb our loving mysteries.
Of waves shall fill our faerie swound;
Nor native creatures, small and shy,
Shall fright us, as they hurry by,
Nor phantom rustle of the trees
Disturb our loving mysteries.
With the first flying birds to nest
We 'll stretch our happy limbs to rest,
And lip to lip, and palm to palm,
Drift dreamward in the deep wood's calm,
Whilst thro' the windy rafter bars
Pale out the lanterns of the stars.
We 'll stretch our happy limbs to rest,
And lip to lip, and palm to palm,
Drift dreamward in the deep wood's calm,
Whilst thro' the windy rafter bars
Pale out the lanterns of the stars.
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