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The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
“AH, NEAR, DEAR FRIEND”
Ah, near, dear friend of many and many years!
I have known thy lovelinesses—known thy tears,
Thy smiles, like sunlight crossing shade,
Thy spirit unafraid.
I have known thy lovelinesses—known thy tears,
Thy smiles, like sunlight crossing shade,
Thy spirit unafraid.
All these have been like music to my soul;
These, having fashioned me, should I extol,
It were, in sooth, myself to praise—
O Light of all my days!
These, having fashioned me, should I extol,
It were, in sooth, myself to praise—
O Light of all my days!
Thy smiles, thy tears, thy exquisite sad words—
Mystic as, in the moonlight, songs of birds;
But, O, more wonderful than these,
Thy lonely silences.
Mystic as, in the moonlight, songs of birds;
But, O, more wonderful than these,
Thy lonely silences.
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||