Three Women
kept me conning that sad page of sorrow. 

The teacher. When I came to love's fair leaf

"Learn first," she said, "love's grief";

She kept me conning that sad page of sorrow.

 Cruel the task; and yet it was not vain. Now the great book of life I know by heart. In that one lesson of love's loss and pain Fate doth the whole impart. For, by the depths of woe, the mind can measure The beauteous unsealed summits of love's pleasure. 

Now the great book of life I know by heart.

Fate doth the whole impart.

The beauteous unsealed summits of love's pleasure.

 Now, with the book of life upon her knee, Fate sits! the unread page of love's delight By her firm hand is half concealed from me, And half revealed to sight. Ah Fate! be kind! so well I learned love's sorrow, Give me its full delight to learn to-morrow. 

Fate sits! the unread page of love's delight

And half revealed to sight.

Give me its full delight to learn to-morrow.

 

 V. 

 If I were a rain drop, and you were a leaf, I would burst from the cloud above you And lie on your breast in a rapture of rest, And love you, love you, love you. 

I would burst from the cloud above you

And love you, love you, love you.

 If I were a brown bee, and you were a rose, I would fly to you, love, nor miss you; I would sip and sip from your nectared lip, And kiss you, kiss you, kiss you. 

I would fly to you, love, nor miss you;

And kiss you, kiss you, kiss you.


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