The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | ||
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WHEN YOU WERE HERE.
When you, my love, were here
My voice was full and loud—
I sang to catch your ear:
Now you are in your shroud
I cannot sing for fear.
My voice was full and loud—
I sang to catch your ear:
Now you are in your shroud
I cannot sing for fear.
That vague world is so near—
Beyond its veil of cloud—
Where you abide, my dear,
If I should sing too loud
Who knows but you would hear?
Beyond its veil of cloud—
Where you abide, my dear,
If I should sing too loud
Who knows but you would hear?
And then your heart would break
With pity, for my sake.
With pity, for my sake.
The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | ||