Each morning, dearest mine, you woke my sleep
With merry notes that stirred the dreaming air,
While buds in slumber lay in silence deep
And dews descended soft with loving care.
The roaming breeze moved lightly to and fro,
And morn's lone star whispered its goodbye
To dear night that held in love its fading glow—
Ah a quiet blessing shared by you and I.
Flowers breathed their loveliness to the day,
And memories of youth delayed my rise—
Those darling hours of passion slipped away
Even so, I lived again reflected in your cries.
"Arise! " you sang, "the dawn in splendor calls—
Rise, magpie Robin, echo through these halls."
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