Along the garden ways just now I heard the flowers speak; The white rose told me of your brow, The red rose of your cheek; The lily of your bended head, The bindweed of your hair: Each looked its loveliest and said You were more fair. I went into the wood anon, And heard the wild birds sing How sweet you were; they warbled on, Piped, trilled the self-same thing. Thrush, blackbird, linnet, without pause, The burden did repeat, And still began again because You were more sweet. And then I went down to the sea, And heard it murmuring too, Part of an ancient mystery, All made of me and you. How many a thousand years ago I loved, and you were sweet-- Longer I could not stay, and so I fled back to your feet.
Song Cycle by Blair Fairchild (1877 - 1933)
?. A Love Symphony  [sung text not yet checked]
- by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (1844 - 1881), "A Love Symphony", appears in Songs of a Worker, first published 1881 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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