 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
COME TO ME.
Come to me when the dew is on the grass,
And every tint is waking from its trance,
Nor let thy presence from the sunsets pass,
And mix thyself with moonbeams as they dance;
And every tint is waking from its trance,
Nor let thy presence from the sunsets pass,
And mix thyself with moonbeams as they dance;
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And let the stream be yet a starlit glass,
Reflecting as of old thy radiant glance,
And when I weary in the moiling mass,
Refresh me with thy dreams of young romance.
Reflecting as of old thy radiant glance,
And when I weary in the moiling mass,
Refresh me with thy dreams of young romance.
Be with me in the burden of the noon,
When smitten with the shafts of glaring light,
A moment in my march I haply swoon;
When smitten with the shafts of glaring light,
A moment in my march I haply swoon;
And when the day has dipped from mortal sight,
I crave thy pity, with a gracious boon,
To blow soft kisses on the balmy night.
I crave thy pity, with a gracious boon,
To blow soft kisses on the balmy night.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |