The First Extra
A Waltz Song. O sway, and swing, and sway, And swing, and sway, and swing! Ah me, what bliss like unto this, Can days and daylight bring? A rose beneath your feet Has fallen from my head; Its odour rises sweet, All crushed it lies, and dead. O Love is like a rose, Fair-hued, of fragrant breath; A tender flow’r that lives an hour, And is most sweet in death. O swing, and sway, and swing, And rise, and sink, and fall! There is no bliss like unto this, This is the best of all.
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