The Evening Before
Who past me in the twilight goes?
Is't not the maid I prize?
Doth not the fragrance of the rose
From out her basket rise?
To-morrow come the sports of May,
To-morrow's sun how blest!
For then she'll shine in garments gay,
A rosebud on her breast.
Is't not the maid I prize?
Doth not the fragrance of the rose
From out her basket rise?
To-morrow come the sports of May,
To-morrow's sun how blest!
For then she'll shine in garments gay,
A rosebud on her breast.
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