A SONG
Reading edition
My love is morning’s fragrance blown From blossoms fair in golden June; Her footstep’s rhythm is in tune With melodies by Springtime known. Her misty locks are like the May, On pearly hedges lightly thrown; A sweeter face was never shown To man that he might face the day! O beauty, tender, like the moon Of summer nights, which gently lay On lovers when their hearts were gay, And deep desire was at its noon.