 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
A RIDDLE OF LOVERS
Of my fair lady's lovers there were twoWho loved her more than all; nor she, nor they
Guessed which of these loved better, for one way
This had of loving, that another knew.
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And covered her with kisses where she lay;
The other sat apart, nor did betray
Sweet sorrow at that sight; but rather drew
His pleasure of his lady through the soul
And sense of this one. So there truly ran
Two separate loves through one embrace; the whole
This lady had of both, when one began
To clasp her close, and win her dear lips' goal.
Now read my lovers' riddle if you can.
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