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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
SONG
If, lest thy heart betray thee,
Thou to one lover wouldst not constant be,
And yet thou couldst love me—
This boon I pray thee:
Divide the dark from light,
Love me by night.
Thou to one lover wouldst not constant be,
And yet thou couldst love me—
This boon I pray thee:
Divide the dark from light,
Love me by night.
If thy sweet thought would find me,
Not through the garish day, O, give it wing:
In shadows clasp and cling,
And bless and blind me!
When stars are still and bright—
Love me by night.
Not through the garish day, O, give it wing:
In shadows clasp and cling,
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When stars are still and bright—
Love me by night.
In longing dreams I'll name thee;
In secret hours, when breathes the midnight rose,
Thy heart in mine shall close,
Great love shall claim thee:
O mine in dark and light,
In day and night!
In secret hours, when breathes the midnight rose,
Thy heart in mine shall close,
Great love shall claim thee:
O mine in dark and light,
In day and night!
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |