English poem
Listen to the Voice of Love
by Anonymous
O LISTEN, listen to the voice of love, He calls my Daphne to the grove, The primrose sweet bedecks the field; The tuneful birds invite to rove, To softer joys let splendor yield, O listen, listen to the voice of love.
Where flow'rs their blooming scents exhale, My Daphne let us fondly stray, Where whisp'ring love breathes forth his tale, And shepherds sing their artless lay. O listen, listen to the voice of love, He calls my Daphne to the grove.
Come share with me the sweets of spring, And leave the town's tumultuous noise; The happy swains all cheerful sing. And echo still repeats their joys; Then listen, listen to the voice of love, He calls my Daphne to the grove.
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