by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)

A little love serenade
Language: English 
On lutes of silver
The winds are playing,
The leaves are dancing
In raiment bright;
O’er morning meadows
Young love is straying,
And piping, pipimg
For your delight!

The heavens are opened,
The lark is winging
Through fading rainbows
To fields of blue.
My heart is piping,
My heart is singing,
Is dancing, singing
For love of you.


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Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson

This text was added to the website: 2018-10-17
Line count: 16
Word count: 58