William Crafts

The snow-drop is in bloom,
And the young earth's perfume,
Scents anew the floating air;
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Love stray'd into an aviary,
For Love is fond of melody;
They brought him out the birds to see,
That Love might choose for you and me.
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Awake him not—he dreams of bliss,
His little lips put forth to kiss;
His arms entwined in virgin grace,
Seem link'd in beautiful embrace.
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Be as thou art for ever young,
Still on thy cheek the vernal bloom,
The honey's essence on thy tongue,
And on thy lips the rose perfume.
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Love went to the Capuchin Church,
But soon came out again;
For after all his eager search,
He saw there only men.
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Sweet little Bird, whose breath
Was ever tun'd with glee;
I little thought that death
Would lay his hands on thee.
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Observe, my love, yon western star,
Just sinking in the shades of night;
To-morrow it will see me far
From thee, more lovely than its light!
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The breakers are between us, love,
And thou art on the sea,
Would that I were a swift-winged dove,
And I would follow thee.
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The breakers are foaming and dashing along,
The pelican sits on the wave;
The sea-gull and curlew are mingling their song,
With the scream of the winds as they rave.
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Child of neither land nor sea,
Yet to both of them allied;
Offspring of a fair ladye,
Who in depths of ocean died.
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Tub God of the ocean is worshipp'd at sea,
In the anthem of winds, and their chorus of glee,
The foam of the wave is the off'ring of love,
And the spray is the incense that sparkles above.
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Oh! that I could wed thee, love,
And live upon thy looks so dear;
And call thee mine for ever, love!
And see thee mine, for ever near.
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