I\u27ve Wandered in Dreams: A Favorite Duet

I\u27ve wander\u27d in dream\u27s home,In fancy I\u27ve been where a though could roam;I\u27ve blissfully gaz\u27d on the dewy smiles,Of the maidens that dwell in the starry Isles;And have waken\u27d from slumber pure and free,From their airy charms to love but thee,to love, to love to love, to love but thee!I\u27ve dreamt about Eden\u27s blissful bowr\u27s,And breath\u27d the sighing of heavn\u27s own flowr\u27sI\u27ve heard the wild songs of the Paradise birds,But even in sleeping the mem\u27ry of wordsOnce spoken by thee, came sweet on mine hear,And the music around me no more would I hear.No more no more I lov\u27d, I love\u27d but thee,I lov\u27d but thee, I lov\u27s but thee, I lov\u27d but thee!lov\u27d but thee, I lov\u27s but thee, I loved but thee! Oh not more dear the honied flowr\u27s,Just blown at mornin to the bee;Or to the garden summer showr\u27s,Than thou my love, art dear to me;No not more dear the honied flowr\u27s,Just blown at morenin to the bee; Or to the garden summer showr\u27s,Than thou my love, art dear to me;Art dear to me, art dear to me, art dear to me art dear to me,to me, to me, to me, to me,art dear to me.Oh not more dear the honied flowr\u27s,Just blown at mornin to the bee;Or to the garden summer showr\u27s,Than thou my love, art dear to me\u27than thoug, my garden summer show\u27rs,Than thou, my love art dear to me,than thou, my love art dear to me,than thou, my love art dear to me,than though, my love art dear to me,art dear to me, dear art dear to m