MADRIGAL
Rare garden where my heart goes gathering
Many a lovely and delightful thing,
Pale roses of your body and the fair,
Unrivalled yellow blossom of your hair!
Many a lovely and delightful thing,
Pale roses of your body and the fair,
Unrivalled yellow blossom of your hair!
Tall lilies of your gay and careless grace,
And O the wistful flower of your face!
And all the soft and starry mysteries
Of those divine forget-me-nots, your eyes . . .
And O the wistful flower of your face!
And all the soft and starry mysteries
Of those divine forget-me-nots, your eyes . . .
O come fair Love before the flowers fade
And bless this garden that the gods have made . . .
Rare garden where my heart goes gathering
Many a lovely and delightful thing . . .
And bless this garden that the gods have made . . .
Rare garden where my heart goes gathering
Many a lovely and delightful thing . . .
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