Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Flower Dance (of Bingo Provice)


If you want to meet me, love,

Only we twain,
Come to the gate, love,
Sunshine or rain;
And if people pry
Say that you came, love,
To watch who went by.

If you want to meet me, love,
Only you and I,
Come to the pine-tree, love
Clouds or clear sky;
Stand among the spikelets, love,
And if folks ask why,
Say that you came, love,
To catch a butterfly.







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