  The golden sun sinks On a bosom of blue, A-smiling for you; While each bird in the nest Lulls her tired brood to rest, A-crooning for you. The weed-blossoms blow Full as wild flowers do, A-blooming for you; ’T is my heart casts a spell, Sets the plants in the dell A-springing for you. A moth of the night Is my love—ever true, A-winging for you; Like yon firefly it glows, As it kindleth anew A-longing for you. |
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