Dainty white pearl, and you fresh-smiling roses, The nectar sweet distilling, Oh, why are you unwilling Of my sighs inly firing ? Ah yet my soul herself in them discloses, Some relief thence desiring.
Dainty white pearl, and you fresh-smiling roses, The nectar sweet distilling, Oh, why are you unwilling Of my sighs inly firing ? Ah yet my soul herself in them discloses, Some relief thence desiring.