 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
A NIGHT SONG
(FOR THE GUITAR)
The leaves are dark and large, Love,
'T is blue at every marge, Love;
'T is blue at every marge, Love;
The stars hang in the tree, Love,
I'll pluck them all for thee, Love;
I'll pluck them all for thee, Love;
The crescent moon is curled, Love,
Down at the edge of the world, Love;
Down at the edge of the world, Love;
I'll run and bring it now, Love,
To crown thy gentle brow, Love;
To crown thy gentle brow, Love;
For in my song.
The summer long,
The summer long,
The stars, and moon, and night, Love,
Are but for thy delight, Love!
Are but for thy delight, Love!
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