Two Songs
The blossoming of love I sang.
The streams adown the mountain sprang,
And all the world with music rang.
A cloud has darkened Heaven above,
I only hear a moaning dove.
I sing the withering of love.
The streams adown the mountain sprang,
And all the world with music rang.
A cloud has darkened Heaven above,
I only hear a moaning dove.
I sing the withering of love.
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