The perfume of the wildflowers Carries with the scent of the woods. My lover's musk is like that of this breeze. The April mowings brim in the warmer Zephyrs of the sun's bath and periwinkle flood Of sky; My lover, you are more pleasant than these.
The perfume of the wildflowers Carries with the scent of the woods. My lover's musk is like that of this breeze. The April mowings brim in the warmer Zephyrs of the sun's bath and periwinkle flood Of sky; My lover, you are more pleasant than these.