O, wilt thou go with me, love

O, wilt thou go with me, love,
And seek the lonely glen?
O, wilt thou leave for me, love,
The smiles of other men? —
The birds are there aye singing,
And the woods are full of glee,
And love shall there be flinging
His roses over thee.

O, wilt thou go with me, dear,
And share my humble lot?
O, wilt thou live with me, dear,
Within a lowly cot? —
Though beauty hath enshrouded thee
With all that 's sweet and fair,
The sorrows that have clouded thee
Shall all be wanting there.

O, wilt thou go with me, Anne,
To yonder mountain side,
And, happy there in me, Anne,
Ne'er sigh for aught beside? —
O, Heaven shall there be over us,
Unclouded, pure, and bright,
And wings of love shall cover us,
And all around be light.

Yes, thou wilt go with me, love,
I see it in thy smile,
And I will be to thee, love,
Thy shelter all the while;
And thou shalt spread thy bloom around,
And be all sweet and fair,
And every sight and touch and sound
Shall be ecstatic there.

Yes, thou wilt go with me, dear,
The cot shall be thy home,
And never near its roof, dear,
Shall want or sorrow come;
O, I will be the parent dove,
That hovers o'er her nest,
And we will know how sweet is love
Caressing and caressed.

Yes, thou wilt go with me, Anne,
Though seas are now between,
And thou wilt dwell with me, Anne,
In woodlands flowered and green;
I cannot cross the sea to thee,
I do not love that shore,
So cross the ocean, dear, to me,
And we will part no more.
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