M. T.
If happy greetings could but fly like birds,
And pour our feeling out, devoid of words,
Then shouldst thou hear as sweet a carolling
As though thy bridal day were in the spring.
If every tender thought but had the power
To mould itself into a beauteous flower,
As rare the breath and beauty at thy side,
As though June's heart were throbbing near the bride.
And pour our feeling out, devoid of words,
Then shouldst thou hear as sweet a carolling
As though thy bridal day were in the spring.
If every tender thought but had the power
To mould itself into a beauteous flower,
As rare the breath and beauty at thy side,
As though June's heart were throbbing near the bride.
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.