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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
XVII—WORDS IN ABSENCE
I would that my words were as my fingers,So that my Love might feel them move
Slowly over her brow, as lingers
The sunset wind o'er the world of its love.
I would that my words were as the beating
Of her own heart, that keeps repeating
My name through the livelong day and the night;
And when my Love her lover misses,—
Longs for and loves in the dark and the light,—
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I would that my words her life might fill—
Be to her earth, and air, and skies.
I would that my words were husht and still—
Lost in the light of her eyes.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |