Tuesday, June 7, 2016

The cottage with flowers*

At the cottage with flowers
We had always bred
Our Love, Mon amour,
Where our verses we laid,

There how oft in our
Summers we had met
At that humble cottage
Which we with flowers decked,

There we raised our Love
There we sang our songs
There we made a sweet cove
There we always belonged,

You sang in full throated ease
In our lovely summer's lease
Your songs of Love and pain,
There we need a beauteous garden,

There bloomed roses
Red as red were your lips
There by that cottage
We how grew with care tulips,

There blossomed quite
By the wonderous autumnal light
Dahlias and chrysanthemums
Blessed by Love, bright.

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