Come My Celia
Come, my Celia, let us
While we may, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever;
He at length our good will sever
Come, my Celia, let us
While we may, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever;
He at length our good will sever
ME, my little children, here are songs for you;
Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new
You must learn to sing them very small and clear,
Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,
And to the rural hamlets fly;
Behold
the wintry storms are gone;
ME, my beloved, hear from
Tales of the woods or open sea
Let our aspiring fancy riseA wren's flight higher toward the skies;
Or far from cities, brown and bare,
Come hither, child—who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well
How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me,
Thoughts that I would—but cannot quell
Nay, chide not, lady; long ago I heard those notes in Ula's hall,
Come to my pavilion,
O my King
I have spread a bedmade of delicately selected buds and blossoms,
And have arrayed myself in bridal
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving
It doesn't matter
Ours is not a caravan of despair
Come, even if you have broken your vowa thousand
EN the sun comes after
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the
Two by two
When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie
Come join the Abolitionists,
Ye young men bold and strong
And with a warm and cheerful zeal,
Come help the cause along;
My love, my love, if you could come once
From your high place,
I would not question you for heavenly lore,
But, silent, take the comfort of your face
When the cows come home the milk is coming,
Honey's made while the bees are humming;
Duck and drake on the rushy lake,
And the deer live safe in the breezy brake;