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v.To fish, the streams,—to flowers supply Their dewdrops clear and fine,—Give nectar to the gods on high; My share be rosy wine!
vi.Then quaff life's joys, while sparkling up, They bid thee make them thine,—And let thy red lip kiss the cup To pledge thy love in wine.
Canzonet.
i.Love dwells not in the sparkling blaze, When noon rests on the stream;His tender flowerets dare not raise Their bosoms to the beam:When gleams the moon through latticed bowers, And stars are shining bright,He communes with the shadowy hours, And wooes the silent night.
ii.The dreamy perfume of the rose, The violet's deeper sigh,The music of the rill, that flows In liquid cadence by;The sweet tones of some village chime On sweeter echoes borne,—These, these are joys of evening time, Which scarcely wait the morn!
iii.Not in the rich and courtly hall The heart's pure faith is given;But where the greenwood shadows fall Beneath a twilight heaven.
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