Come, Let Us Find
by William Henry Davies
Come, let us find a cottage, love,
That’s green for half a mile around;
To laugh at every grumbling bee,
Whose sweetest blossom’s not yet found.
Where many a bird shall sing for you,
And in your garden build its nest:
They’ll sing for you as though their eggs
Were lying in your breast,
My love--
Were lying warm in your soft breast.
by William Henry Davies
Come, let us find a cottage, love,
That’s green for half a mile around;
To laugh at every grumbling bee,
Whose sweetest blossom’s not yet found.
Where many a bird shall sing for you,
And in your garden build its nest:
They’ll sing for you as though their eggs
Were lying in your breast,
My love--
Were lying warm in your soft breast.
| ‘Tis strange how men find time to hate, When life is all too short for love; But we, away from our own kind, A different life can live and prove. And early on a summer’s morn, As I go walking out with you, We’ll help the sun with our warm breath To clear away the dew, My love-- To clear away the morning dew. |
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