Continental Monthly - Volume 1 - Issue 3 by Various
page 106 of 313 (33%)
page 106 of 313 (33%)
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Moveth thee;
Nor the wind's wild chase, As yesterday, calling thee, Even as I, in vain. Come--wake up, Gerda! Come out and play in the lane! See! the wind, From behind, Sporteth with thy locks, From the land's Desert sands And the sea-beat rocks Cometh and claspeth thy hands, Even as I, in vain. Come--wake up, Gerda! Come out and play in the lane! Closed thine eyes, Gently wise, Dost thou dream the while? Falls my kiss All amiss, Waketh not a smile! Sweet mouth, is't feigning this? Then do not longer feign. Come--wake up, Gerda! Come out and play in the lane! Forehead Bold, |
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