My hue is young, so young; Young is her cheek, and her throat, And life is a song to be sung With love the word for each note. Young is her cheek and her throat; Her eyes have the smile o May. And hue is the word for each note In the song of my life to-day. Her eyes haue the smile o May; Her heart is the heart of a dove, And the song of my life to-day Is hue, beautiful hue. Her heart is the heart of a dove, A h, would it but fly to my breast Where love, beautiful love, Has made it a downy nest. A h, would she but fly to my breast, My hue who is so young, so young; I haue made her a downy nest And life is a song to be sung.
(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)
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