Love's Garden
In a Roses' bower
Sweet Philomel sat, singing
All her night-long passion to those lovely hearts:
Only the Moon looked on them,
Heard what she sang; and the Roses
Answered, breathing their perfumes back from echoing depths.
Sweet Philomel sat, singing
All her night-long passion to those lovely hearts:
Only the Moon looked on them,
Heard what she sang; and the Roses
Answered, breathing their perfumes back from echoing depths.
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