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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
XVI—“A SONG OF THE MAIDEN MORN”
A song of the maiden morn,
A song for my little maid,
Of the silver sunlight born!
A song for my little maid,
Of the silver sunlight born!
But I am afraid, afraid,
When I come my maid may be
Nothing, there, but a shade.
When I come my maid may be
Nothing, there, but a shade.
But O, her shadow is more to me
Than the shadowless light of eternity!
Than the shadowless light of eternity!
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |