If They Honoured Me, Giving Me Their Gifts
They bring me gifts, they honour me,
Now I am growing old;
And wondering youth crowds round my knee,
As if I had a mystery
And worship to unfold.
To me the tender, blushing bride
Doth come with lips that fail;
I feel her heart beat at my side
And cry: " Like Ares in his pride,
Hail, noble bridegroom, hail!"
Now I am growing old;
And wondering youth crowds round my knee,
As if I had a mystery
And worship to unfold.
To me the tender, blushing bride
Doth come with lips that fail;
I feel her heart beat at my side
And cry: " Like Ares in his pride,
Hail, noble bridegroom, hail!"
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