William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Song: I love the jocund danceWilliam Blake (17571827)
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The softly-breathing song,
Where innocent eyes do glance,
And where lisps the maiden’s tongue.
I love the echoing hill,
Where mirth does never fail,
And the jolly swain laughs his fill.
I love the innocent bow’r,
Where white and brown is our lot,
Or fruit in the mid-day hour.
Beneath the oaken tree,
Where all the old villagers meet,
And laugh our sports to see.
But, Kitty, I better love thee;
And love them I ever shall;
But thou art all to me.