Wild flower in the dells

She sees the wild flower in the dells 
That in my rambles shine 
The sky that oer her homstead dwells 
Looks sunny over mine 
The cloud that passes where she dwells 
In less then half an hour 
Darkens around these orchard dells 
Or melts a sudden shower

The wind that leaves the sunny south 
& fans the orchard tree 
Might steal the kisses from her mouth 
& waft her voice to me

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