On this sweet bank your head thrice sweet and dear I lay, and spread your hair on either side, And see the newborn woodflowers bashful-eyed Look through the golden tresses here and there. On these debateable borders of the year Spring`s foot half falters; scarce she yet may know The leafless blackthorn-blossom from the snow; And through her bowers the wind`s way still is clear. But April`s sun strikes down the glades to-day; So shut your eyes upturned, and feel my kiss Creep, as the Spring now thrills through every spray, Up your warm throat to your warm lips: for this Is even the hour of Love`s sworn suitservice, With whom cold hearts are counted castaway.SourceThe script ran 0.005 seconds.
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