The Silken Tassel/He is Coming

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He is Coming
He is coming, he is coming,
He is coming down to me,
While the bees are gently humming
And the prison’d springs are free:
He is coming, he is coming,
With the Kokil and his song,
With the breath of breezes roaming,
Knowing I am waiting long.

He is coming with the thunder,
With the rainbow-sword beside,
And the clouds are rent asunder
While there wakes the sleeping tide.
He is coming, he is coming,
With the lightning on the sea,
With the waters’ milky foaming,
He is coming down to me.

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He is coming with the flowers
Of the morning and the eve,
He is bringing all the hours
For my sweetest dreams to live;
He is coming, he is coming,
Every moment mine to be;
And my heart is ever humming,
He is coming unto me.

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