  I breathe it to the rose at dawn, To the violets blue, The secret of my soul new born, And love ’tis all of you. I tell them of a vision fair, A dream of bliss divine, And as their perfume fills the air, My heart seeks only thine. I plucked the buds all blushing red, The violets so blue, They seem to say with drooping heads Fond thoughts we’ll take for you, To her heart we’ll bring sweet tidings While nestling on her breast, We’ll breathe of love the poet sings, Of love supremely blest. |
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