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,