Flow, softly flow, thou murmuring stream !1
Beside my Lady’s bower ;2
And do not mar her spirit’s dream,3
In this delightful hour ;4
But, gently rippling, greet her ear,5
With sounds that lull the soul,6
As near her bower, all bright and clear,7
Thy beauteous billows roll !8
Blow, softly blow, thou balmy air !9
Beside my Lady’s bower ;10
The rudest winds would hush, to spare11
So soft and fair a flower !12
Breathe gently o’er her rosy cheek13
Thy mildest, purest balm ;14
But heed, lest thou a slumber break15
So beautiful and calm !16