7I climb the mossy bank of the glade:My love awaiteth me in the shade.She holdeth a book that she never heedeth:In Goddës work her spirit readeth.She is all to me, and I to her:When we embrace, the stars confer.O my love, from beyond the skyI am calling thy heart, and who but I?Fresh as love is the breeze of June,In the dappled shade of the summer noon.Catullus, throwing his heart away,Gave fewer kisses every day.Heracleitus, spending his youthIn search of wisdom, had less of truth.Flame of fire was the poet’s desire:The thinker found that life was fire.O my love! my song is done:My kiss hath both their fires in one.
7I climb the mossy bank of the glade:My love awaiteth me in the shade.She holdeth a book that she never heedeth:In Goddës work her spirit readeth.She is all to me, and I to her:When we embrace, the stars confer.O my love, from beyond the skyI am calling thy heart, and who but I?Fresh as love is the breeze of June,In the dappled shade of the summer noon.Catullus, throwing his heart away,Gave fewer kisses every day.Heracleitus, spending his youthIn search of wisdom, had less of truth.Flame of fire was the poet’s desire:The thinker found that life was fire.O my love! my song is done:My kiss hath both their fires in one.
I climb the mossy bank of the glade:My love awaiteth me in the shade.She holdeth a book that she never heedeth:In Goddës work her spirit readeth.She is all to me, and I to her:When we embrace, the stars confer.O my love, from beyond the skyI am calling thy heart, and who but I?Fresh as love is the breeze of June,In the dappled shade of the summer noon.Catullus, throwing his heart away,Gave fewer kisses every day.Heracleitus, spending his youthIn search of wisdom, had less of truth.Flame of fire was the poet’s desire:The thinker found that life was fire.O my love! my song is done:My kiss hath both their fires in one.
I climb the mossy bank of the glade:My love awaiteth me in the shade.She holdeth a book that she never heedeth:In Goddës work her spirit readeth.She is all to me, and I to her:When we embrace, the stars confer.O my love, from beyond the skyI am calling thy heart, and who but I?Fresh as love is the breeze of June,In the dappled shade of the summer noon.Catullus, throwing his heart away,Gave fewer kisses every day.Heracleitus, spending his youthIn search of wisdom, had less of truth.Flame of fire was the poet’s desire:The thinker found that life was fire.O my love! my song is done:My kiss hath both their fires in one.
I climb the mossy bank of the glade:My love awaiteth me in the shade.
I climb the mossy bank of the glade:
My love awaiteth me in the shade.
She holdeth a book that she never heedeth:In Goddës work her spirit readeth.
She holdeth a book that she never heedeth:
In Goddës work her spirit readeth.
She is all to me, and I to her:When we embrace, the stars confer.
She is all to me, and I to her:
When we embrace, the stars confer.
O my love, from beyond the skyI am calling thy heart, and who but I?
O my love, from beyond the sky
I am calling thy heart, and who but I?
Fresh as love is the breeze of June,In the dappled shade of the summer noon.
Fresh as love is the breeze of June,
In the dappled shade of the summer noon.
Catullus, throwing his heart away,Gave fewer kisses every day.
Catullus, throwing his heart away,
Gave fewer kisses every day.
Heracleitus, spending his youthIn search of wisdom, had less of truth.
Heracleitus, spending his youth
In search of wisdom, had less of truth.
Flame of fire was the poet’s desire:The thinker found that life was fire.
Flame of fire was the poet’s desire:
The thinker found that life was fire.
O my love! my song is done:My kiss hath both their fires in one.
O my love! my song is done:
My kiss hath both their fires in one.