SONIC.
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I've twined bower for thee, love,

 Of myrtle and roses rare, And the woodbine and jessamine tree, love,

 Are sweetly blooming there. When the stars are brightly beaming, love.

 When the moon shines o'er the sea, And the heartless world is dreaming, love,

 Thou hast promised to come to me. But the summer will soon depart, love,

 And the roses will fade and die; And 1t may be the fate of this heart, love, Ger blighted hopes to sigh. When the wintry winds are sweeping. love, Through the bower I've wove for thee; When these eyes are dim with weeping, love.

 Oh! wilt thou THEN come to me!