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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
“I CARE NOT IF THE SKIES ARE WHITE”
I care not if the skies are white,
Nor if the fields are gold;
I care not whether 't is black or bright,
Or winds blow soft or cold;
But O the dark, dark woods,
For thee, and me—and love.
Nor if the fields are gold;
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Or winds blow soft or cold;
But O the dark, dark woods,
For thee, and me—and love.
Let all but us at last depart,
The great world say farewell!
This is the kingdom of the heart,
Where only two may dwell;
And O the dark, dark woods,
For thee, and me—and love.
The great world say farewell!
This is the kingdom of the heart,
Where only two may dwell;
And O the dark, dark woods,
For thee, and me—and love.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |