Come, let us find a cottage, love,
That's green for half a mile around;
To laugh at every grumbling bee,
Whose sweetest blossom's not yet found.
Where many a bird shall sing for you,
And in your garden build its nest:
They'll sing for you as though their eggs
Were lying in your breast,
My love--
Were lying warm in your soft breast.
'Tis strange how men find time to hate,
When life is all too short for love;
But we, away from our own kind,
A different life can live and prove.
And early on a summer's morn,
As I go walking out with you,
We'll help the sun with our warm breath
To clear away the dew,
My love,
To clear away the morning dew.
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Comments1This piece truly pulls at your heartstrings ๐. The line "We'll help the sun with our warm breath to clear away the dew" has such a loving and peaceful vibe. The simplicity and tranquility described is what we all yearn for. I loved it! ๐ผ๐๐ธ