SONG.
BY ROBERT LOVEMAN.
BY ROBERT LOVEMAN.
BY ROBERT LOVEMAN.
Drenched in the dew of tender tears,A song doth blossom in my heart;The trembling words are fraught with fears,The melody is love’s sweet art.O, to my lady, song, away!Be thou my courier, true and fleet,Mesh her in music all the day,Then die in fragrance at her feet.
Drenched in the dew of tender tears,A song doth blossom in my heart;The trembling words are fraught with fears,The melody is love’s sweet art.O, to my lady, song, away!Be thou my courier, true and fleet,Mesh her in music all the day,Then die in fragrance at her feet.
Drenched in the dew of tender tears,A song doth blossom in my heart;The trembling words are fraught with fears,The melody is love’s sweet art.
Drenched in the dew of tender tears,
A song doth blossom in my heart;
The trembling words are fraught with fears,
The melody is love’s sweet art.
O, to my lady, song, away!Be thou my courier, true and fleet,Mesh her in music all the day,Then die in fragrance at her feet.
O, to my lady, song, away!
Be thou my courier, true and fleet,
Mesh her in music all the day,
Then die in fragrance at her feet.