Paradise Fancies

Last night I met mine own true love
Waking in Paradise,
A halo shone above his hair
A glory in his eyes.

We sat and sang in alleys green
And heard the angels play,
Believe me, this was true last night
Though it is false to-day.

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Through Paradise garden
A minstrel strays,
An old golden viol

For ever he plays.
Birds fly to his head,
Beasts lie at his feet,
For none of God's angels

Make music so sweet.