VIPINS PUTHOORAN - Wine- Cellar.

I.
Thou art a light gale,
Com'st to my dale;
To embrace those flowers,
Begotten in the heart - a
lorn sower's.
II.
Dost thou hast room in thine sedan?
To brood the nectarell flowers of my Eden.
Adorn! the petals as a brooch in thine bosom;
For shalt thou see there our roses' blossom.
III.
Oh! 'tis the season our love an' is jolly.
Love me! with thy heart wholly.
May my heart's wine-cellar be filled!
By thine love-so my soul's chastity be blessed!

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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