1 The voice of my beloved sounds,
While o'er the mountain tops he bounds,
He flies exulting o'er the hills,
And all my soul wth transport fills:
Gently doth he chide my stay,
Rise my love and come away.
2 The scatter'd clouds are fled at last,
The rain is gone, the winter's past,
The lovely vernal flow'rs appear,
The feather'd choirs invite our ear:
Now with sweetly pensive moan,
Coos the turtle dove alone.
3 The voice of my beloved sounds,
While o'er the mountain tops he bounds,
He flies exulting o'er the hills,
And all my soul with transport fills:
Gently doth he chide me stay,
Rise my love and come away.
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First Line: | The voice of my beloved sounds |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1783 |
Notes: | For CHESHUNT |