Go talk to her, sweet flower
Alfred Austin
1835 to 1913
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Go talk to her, sweet flower,
To whom fain would talk
Tell her I hour by
Pine on my own poor stalk.
Tell that I should live
Not quite so sore distressed,
If she to you would give
A upon her breast
Tell her that should she
To my parched plot to see
If be dead, that I
No more should withered be.
If I were dead, her feet
My would revive,
As may her bosom sweet
you, sweet flower, alive.