THE REEDS
To the reeds I will tell
That I love my love well,
They shall whisper to her,
As their slender leaves stir,
That no other than she
Can my Valentine be.
To the brookside, oh, hie thee,
Where halcyons hover,
And hark, while they sigh thee
A vow from thy lover.
M. E. G.
To the reeds I will tell
That I love my love well,
They shall whisper to her,
As their slender leaves stir,
That no other than she
Can my Valentine be.
To the brookside, oh, hie thee,
Where halcyons hover,
And hark, while they sigh thee
A vow from thy lover.
M. E. G.
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