I am music the bird sings repeating,
And my heart cries "I am Love."
Darling, arise! for I am he,
Thy lover who sighs and sings to thee,
Thy lover who sighs and sings to thee.
ROSE.
(VIELLE CHANSON DU JEUNE TEMPS.)
(AFTER VICTOR HUGO.)
I never thought at all of Rose,
As Rose and I went through the dell,