Poetry Archives

Apple blossoms falling o’er thee,
 And the month is May,
Laden bows bend low before thee,
 With their gentle sway;
Look you where the thrush is swinging
 How his melody is ringing,
As he sings my heart is singing:—
     Come and kiss me sweet and twenty,
     Love blooms out with flowers a-plenty,
     Love me, love me without reason,
     Kiss me, now’s the kissing season,
     White your cheek is as the blooms are,
     Sweet your breath as perfumes are,
     Is this dolce far niente,
     Come and kiss me sweet and twenty.
Love is at thy window suing,
 All the live-long day,
Stay and listen to my wooing,
 Life shall all be May.
Love like mine can falter never
 Naught from thee my heart can sever
And my song shall be forever:—
     Come and kiss me sweet and twenty,
     Love blooms out with flowers a-plenty,
     Love me, love me without reason,
     Kiss me, now’s the kissing season,
     White your cheek is as the blooms are,
     Sweet your breath as perfumes are,
     Is this dolce far niente,
     Come and kiss me sweet and twenty.