The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . moor-streamWith its gold locks entwining, is my childs headreclining,And I see its gold shining still gleam throughmy dream. And at night-time awaking, your pillow forsaking, Your soft refuge making, dear head, on my breast; When the first ray gives warning of dew-dropping morning. Your fair head, mavourneen, still nestles to rest. The wind whistles colder—come, hide on myshoulder,And never seem older, my sweetheart, for me !The blows Fate may deal us, but the closer shallseal us,I and you, Cawn Bawn Dheelish, acushla ma-chree ! Maurice Cla
The garden of love; flowers gathered from the poets . moor-streamWith its gold locks entwining, is my childs headreclining,And I see its gold shining still gleam throughmy dream. And at night-time awaking, your pillow forsaking, Your soft refuge making, dear head, on my breast; When the first ray gives warning of dew-dropping morning. Your fair head, mavourneen, still nestles to rest. The wind whistles colder—come, hide on myshoulder,And never seem older, my sweetheart, for me !The blows Fate may deal us, but the closer shallseal us,I and you, Cawn Bawn Dheelish, acushla ma-chree ! Maurice Clare. 107 7 r in the Garden The Sweetness of Love 109 VII T^OR like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit^ and flourish in May, in likewise every lustyheart, that is in any manner a lover, springeth andflourisheth in lusty deeds. . And, in likewise,lovers call again to their mind old gentleness andold service, and many kind deeds that were forgottenby negligence. Sir Thomas Malory, ^ Mortc dArthur. r >r -^•^ .^:f ^•T^e--£>. ^^mi^.:0 ^,1 y/ I SiLiimm?.<sTr\
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