Ye gentle gales
Ye gentle gales, that fan the air
And wanton in the flowery grove,
Oh, whisper to my absent fair
My secret pain, my endless love.
At the breezy close of day,
When she seeks some cool retreat,
Throw spicy odeurs in her way,
And scatter roses at her feet.
When she sees their colours fade,
And all their pride neglected lie,
Let it instruct the lovely maid
That sweets not gathered timely die.
When she lays her down to rest,
Let auspicious visions show
Who 'tis that loves Camilia best
And what for her I undergo.
Submitted by John Versmoren
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