Roger Quilter - A Coronal

Violets and leaves of vine
Into a frail, fair wreath
We gather and entwine:
A wreath for Love to wear
Fragrant as his own breath
To crown his brow divine
All day till night is near
Violets and leaves of vine
We gather and entwine

Violets and leaves of vine
For Love that lives a day
We gather and entwine
All day till Love is dead
Till eve falls, cold and gray
These blossoms, yours and mine
Love wears upon his hеad
Violets and leaves of vinе
We gather and entwine

Violets and leaves of vine
Poor Love when poor Love dies
We gather and entwine
This wreath that lives a day
Over his pale, cold eyes
Kissed shut by Proserpine
At set of sun we lay:
Violets and leaves of vine
We gather and entwine