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George Meredith - Song (Untitled #13)
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Under boughs of breathing May, 
In the mild spring-time I lay, 
Lonely, for I had no love; 
And the sweet birds all sang for pity, 
Cuckoo, lark, and dove. 

Tell me, cuckoo, then I cried, 
Dare I woo and wed a bride? 
I, like thee, have no home-nest; 
And the twin notes thus tuned their ditty, - 
`Love can answer best.` 

Nor, warm dove with tender coo, 
Have I thy soft voice to woo, 
Even were a damsel by; 
And the deep woodland crooned its ditty, - 
`Love her first and try.` 

Nor have I, wild lark, thy wing, 
That from bluest heaven can bring 
Bliss, whatever fate befall; 
And the sky-lyrist trilled this ditty, - 
`Love will give thee all.` 

So it chanced while June was young, 
Wooing well with fervent song, 
I had won a damsel coy; 
And the sweet birds that sang for pity, 
Jubileed for joy.
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