Five Songs on Poems by James Stephens

In the scented bud of the morning -- O,
  When the windy grass went rippling far,
I saw my dear one walking slow,
  In the field where the daises are.

We did not laugh [and]1 we did not speak
  As we wandered [happily]2 to and fro;
I kissed my dear on either cheek,
  In the bud of the morning -- O!

A lark sang up from the breezy land,
  A lark sang down from a cloud afar,
As she and I went hand in hand
  In the field where the daisies are.

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I know a girl, 
And a girl knows me, 
And the owl says, what ? 
And the owl says, who ? 
But what we know 
We both agree 
That nobody else 
Shall hear or see, 
It's all between 
Herself and me : 
To wit ? said the owl, 
To woo, said I, 
To-what, to-wit, to-woo ! 

I heard a bird at dawn
Singing sweetly on a tree,
That the dew was on the lawn,
And the wind was on the lea;
But I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me.

I didn't listen to him,
For he didn't sing to me
That the dew was on the lawn
And the wind was on the lea;
I was singing at the time
Just as prettily as he.

I was singing all the time,
Just a prettily as he,
About the dew upon the lawn
And the wind upon the lea;
So I didn't listen to him
As he sang upon a tree. 

Could you but see her
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