Go talk to her, sweet flower

Alfred Austin

1835 to 1913

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Go talk to her, sweet flower, 
To whom I fain would talk 
Tell her I hour by hour 
Pine on my own poor stalk. 

Tell her that I should live 
Not quite so sore distressed, 
If she to you would give 
A throne upon her breast 

Tell her that should she hie 
To my parched plot to see 
If I be dead, that I 
No more should withered be. 

If I were dead, her feet 
My spirit would revive, 
As may her bosom sweet 
Keep you, sweet flower, alive. 

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