AS TO THE SUMMER AIR THE ROSE

AS TO THE SUMMER AIR THE ROSE

Asto the summer air the rosePours forth her perfume all the day,For every careless wind that blowsTo scatter far away,So gives my heart to thee the rareFine fragrance of its sweetest thought,And thou art heedless as the airWhereto the rose is naught!

Asto the summer air the rosePours forth her perfume all the day,For every careless wind that blowsTo scatter far away,So gives my heart to thee the rareFine fragrance of its sweetest thought,And thou art heedless as the airWhereto the rose is naught!

Asto the summer air the rosePours forth her perfume all the day,For every careless wind that blowsTo scatter far away,

Asto the summer air the rose

Pours forth her perfume all the day,

For every careless wind that blows

To scatter far away,

So gives my heart to thee the rareFine fragrance of its sweetest thought,And thou art heedless as the airWhereto the rose is naught!

So gives my heart to thee the rare

Fine fragrance of its sweetest thought,

And thou art heedless as the air

Whereto the rose is naught!

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