Come Meet Me at the Evening Hour.

Come meet me at the evening's hour
When summer's winds are still,
Within the memory haunted bow'r,
Beside the gushing rill.

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There oft we met in days that's past,
And there we'll meet again.
And memory will her magic cast round each familiar strain.
And whilst the moon is riding high to charm us with her spell,
And heard is zephyrs whisper'd sigh within the flower crown'd dell,
I'll tell thee all and bending low as knight to Ladye fair,
I'll gaze upon that starry brow and read the answer there;
Then meet me at the evenings hour, when summer winds are still,
Within the memory haunted bow'r,
Beside the gushing rill.