Come Comet Or Dove Testo

Testo Come Comet Or Dove

The heat had set in as the summer beganI had just ceased to sing winter's sore tune
And rested my arm on the forgotten farmer
Of all that I can call my fortune
Fall broke the beak of the small bird that beat
In his breast and out through his heels
And I heartsunk to think of it's stammering wing
Beneath heavy and relentless wheels!
I pulled up in the evening while he was still sleeping
Out jumped I and ran 'cross his floor
And there he lay white and a guardian darling
Caught up in slumber and I caught at his door
'He blushes therefore he is guilty,' cried I,
'Of some private reverie grand!' So I took him
And shook him and made to unhook him
By squeezing and slapping his hand
The slow work of a blank book hung where we met
And he slept in the depths of his bed
And I, oh, kissed the sweat from his head
Right or wrong, to him alone I come to be fed.
I said, 'Come back to me love, come comet or dove,
To my garden, come bladed or bled!'
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