Song Composed In August（2 / 2）

  come let us stray our gladsome way,
  and view the charms of nature;
  the rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
  and ev'ry happy creature.
  we'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
  till the silent moon shine clearly;
  i'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
  swear how i love thee dearly:
  not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
  not autumn to the farmer,
  so dear can be as thou to me,
  my fair, my lovely charmer! ↑返回顶部↑