Come, May, with all thy flowers - Cowen, Frederic Hymen

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⌛ Period → Romantic ◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 8

CPDL # 76105

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-10-06

License Personal

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Come, May, with all thy flowers, Thy sweetly scented thorn, Thy cooling evening showers, Thy fragrant breath at morn: When Mayflies haunt the willow, When May-buds tempt the bee, Then o’er the shining billow My love will come to me. From Eastern Isles she’s winging Through watery wilds her way, And on her cheek is bringing The bright sun’s orient ray: Oh, come and court her hither, Ye breezes mild and warm, One winter’s gale would wither So soft, so soft, so pure, so pure a form. The fields where she was straying, Are blest with endless light, With zephyrs always playing, Through gardens always bright. Then now, Sweet May, be sweeter Than e’er thou’st been before; Let sighs from roses meet her When she comes near our shore.