  A scarlet on the maples, A daisy down below, And perfumes of the gardens That blossomed long ago! Love lifts the face of morning, And walks the twilight late, And one is there beside me And leans across the gate! Love sings her angel music Through all the laughing days, And we, the lovers, loiter Adown the rosy ways. O, scarlet of the maples, O, daisies down below, And perfumes of the gardens That blossomed long ago! |
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