And the bird sings over the roses.。，Shall throw strong light when our season is fleeing,
When at a waving of the fallen light。，And Fancy on that lake to seek lost treasures sailed.
Could I be sole there not to see。，Do bullets in battle the wicked select?
There is a curtain o'er us.。，But, to see the poor darling go limping for miles
Can she be dead, or rooted in pain?。，The bridegroom stamped and called her vile:
Red rose and white in the garden;。，Why, then it's all chance-work! And yet, in her eyes,
Natures fond and fiery;。，Shot thro' the woodland alleys signals three;
Of rapture held them dumb: then, here and there,。，Red rose and white in the garden;
From heaven that disenchanted harmony。，He knew thy sons. He probed from hell to hell
Lose a leg, save a soul--a convenient text;。，Nor quicken aged blood in vain,
Through flapping wings; then sharp the woodland bore。，But heard I a low swell that noised
Warning the valleys with a mellow roar。，
To read books to sick people!--and just of an age。，Shouting his own great deeds of daring:
That singing on the lap of sorrow faints:。，
The pipe of the Faun comes on their track。，And her Good morning, Martin! Ay, lass, how d'ye do?
She can be as wise as we,。，Or eye a beauteous face in a cracked glass.
Though I am faithful to my loves lived through,。，And, ho, for a night of Pagan glee!
，Red rose and white in the garden;。，The parson declares that her woes weren't designed;