 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
“A WORD SAID IN THE DARK”
A word said in the dark
And hands prest, for a token;
“Now, little maiden, mark
The word that you have spoken;
Be not your promise broken!”
And hands prest, for a token;
“Now, little maiden, mark
The word that you have spoken;
Be not your promise broken!”
His lips upon her cheek
Felt tears among their kisses;
“O, pardon I bespeak
If for my doubting this is!
Now all my doubting ceases.”
Felt tears among their kisses;
“O, pardon I bespeak
If for my doubting this is!
Now all my doubting ceases.”
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |