Come hither child
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,
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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,
Hither hither, love-- 'Tis a shady mead--Hither, hither, love
Let us feed and feed
Hither, hither, sweet-- 'Tis a cowslip bed--Hither, hither, sweet
'Tis with dew bespread