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III. GOLDEN LOVE
“Oh, well I love the red red gold,”
So sang the maiden fair:
“I love to twine in fold on fold
My bright soft golden hair.
In spring the golden daffodils
Shine out in field and lane,
And when red gold the coffer fills
Why should a girl complain—
And when red gold the coffer fills
Why should a girl complain, complain,
Why should a girl complain?”
So sang the maiden fair:
“I love to twine in fold on fold
My bright soft golden hair.
In spring the golden daffodils
Shine out in field and lane,
And when red gold the coffer fills
Why should a girl complain—
And when red gold the coffer fills
Why should a girl complain, complain,
Why should a girl complain?”
There came a lover bold and strong
To worship and to dare;
His voice of gold sang passion's song,
He stroked the golden hair.
And now her thought cared nought, cared nought,
For all past golden gleams;
'Tis golden love, by heaven's hand brought,
That flashes through her dreams—
'Tis golden love, by angels sought,
That flashes through her dreams, her dreams,
That flashes through her dreams!
To worship and to dare;
His voice of gold sang passion's song,
He stroked the golden hair.
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For all past golden gleams;
'Tis golden love, by heaven's hand brought,
That flashes through her dreams—
'Tis golden love, by angels sought,
That flashes through her dreams, her dreams,
That flashes through her dreams!
“I have no gold nor lands,” he said—
She said, “But love is fair;
Kiss once again my golden head,—
Place, thus, love's circlet there.”
Then, doubly bright, bright flower and star
With golden beauty gleamed,
For love makes all things lovelier far
Than mortal's heart has dreamed—
For love makes all things lovelier far
Than mortal's heart has dreamed, has dreamed,
Than mortal's heart has dreamed!
She said, “But love is fair;
Kiss once again my golden head,—
Place, thus, love's circlet there.”
Then, doubly bright, bright flower and star
With golden beauty gleamed,
For love makes all things lovelier far
Than mortal's heart has dreamed—
For love makes all things lovelier far
Than mortal's heart has dreamed, has dreamed,
Than mortal's heart has dreamed!
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