And my love loves me
The linnet and thrush say, “I love and I love!”
In the winter they’re silent -- the wind is so strong;
What it says, I don’t know, but it sings a loud song.
But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,
And singing, and loving -- all come back together.
But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he --
“I love my Love, and my Love loves me!”
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