On Viol and Flute By Edmund W. Gosse |
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XIII. CONFIDENT LOVE.
Now all day long we wander hand in hand,And taste of love in many wondrous ways;
And still my fingers tremble with amaze
To find they rest in hers at her command;
We sit together in the sweet corn-land,
Her light head quivering on my sun-burnt throat,
The while the gold threads of her loose hair float
Along my shoulder by the light wind fanned;
And thus for many days we lightly played
Shepherd and shepherdess with mimic crook,
And sunned and shaded in the elm-tree's nook,
Until the newness of our love decayed
And then we rose and left the heights and strayed
Along the glen and down beside the brook.
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