SUN AND SHOWER.
He . . .
About an upland meadow
A vagrant cuckoo cried;
From far below came stealing
The whisper of the tide;
And my words had died away,
I watched you as you lay
With your hands among the cowslips
In the idle month of May.
A vagrant cuckoo cried;
From far below came stealing
The whisper of the tide;
And my words had died away,
I watched you as you lay
With your hands among the cowslips
In the idle month of May.
Low down upon the housetops
A dusky orange moon
Glows at the heart of Midnight
Through the purple haze of June.
As my dreams go sailing by,
I kiss you as you lie
With your hands among the cowslips,
And I hear the Cuckoo cry.
A dusky orange moon
Glows at the heart of Midnight
Through the purple haze of June.
As my dreams go sailing by,
I kiss you as you lie
With your hands among the cowslips,
And I hear the Cuckoo cry.
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