ome 
ompuuon 
Words by HOWAED GLYNDON, 
Music by JAMES H. WILSON, 
breast 
the birds, 
takes him - self 
mate ! 
the birds. 
is wrong 
So I heard the birds 
parbtndo. 
Till the li - ly foot - ed spring glides out at sum-mer’s gate ! 
moltu piu lento. 
In the wood, the wit id-flower is sunken out of sight. 
Low down, and deep down, and world forgotten quite : 
But do you think the Wind forgets that she was sweet and white? 
Then listen to his sad voice a little while, I pray ? 
Birds’ songs, and birds’ nests, and green boughs together, 
All gone, love alone, laughs at bitter weather, 
Summer days, or winter days ; little recks love whether : 
If so be that love have his own, his darling way, 
Ah, my fairest! Ah, my rarest! Canst thou say me nay 
O, my cruel! O, my jewel ! Canst thou say me nay ? 
The sun stole to a red rose, and wiled her leaves apart: 
May dew, and June air, had wooed her at the start : 
But was’t not fair the sun should have her golden, perfect heart? 
Let me choose one short word for timid lips to say : 
Ah, my precious ! My delicious ! It shall not be nay ! 
By permission of Wm. A. Bond <£ Coowners of copyright. 
Af -—p -n-1 — 
, *+ ~ _| 
“1— 
hid * • 
: rn • 
- is . 
& ■ 1 
- rn - 40 — -- 
-k-*—? —w— =r 
—| 
» - * ir ' ~q 
-A r A" : 
- -j 
p —- - p- 
# • C9 • 
-W ■ m ■ 
A • " *H 
w * • 
t • 
-^--- 
^ -1- 
L h- A L |- J 
p I 
a X 
<Al L 
^ t 
t 
