Sexton! My Master′s sleeping here.
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird′s nest –
And sow the early seed –
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird′s nest –
And sow the early seed –
That when the snow creeps slowly
From off his chamber door –
Daisies point the way there –
And the Troubadour.
The rainbow never tells me
That gust and storm are by –
Yet is she more convincing
Than Philosophy.
My flowers turn from Forums –
Yet eloquent declare
What Cato could′nt prove me
Except the birds were here!