My life has grown so dear to me Because of thee. My maiden with the eyes demure And quiet mouth and forehead pure, Joy makes a summer in my heart, Because thou art. The very winds melodious be Because of thee. The rose is sweeter for thy sake, The waves in softer music break, On brighter wings the swallows dart, Because thou art. Joy makes a summer in my heart, On brighter wings the swallows dart, All things in my delight have part, Because thou art.
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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