Minuscula Lyrics of Nature, Art and Love. By Francis William Bourdillon |
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Together, Once
Together, once, in light of day
We stood, and I had leave to say
Whate'er I would. Ah, well-a-day!
How could I speak of love?
My heart was happy as the bird
That soars and sings, and every word
Light as the summer air that stirred
The summer leaves above.
We stood, and I had leave to say
Whate'er I would. Ah, well-a-day!
How could I speak of love?
My heart was happy as the bird
That soars and sings, and every word
Light as the summer air that stirred
The summer leaves above.
Together, now, in dreams alone
I stand with thee; and now my tone
Is pleading as the marsh-wind's moan
Beside the sad salt sea;
O love, I cry, for sweet Love's sake,
O love, reply to my heart's ache,
Or, love, I die!—And then I wake,
And know thou'rt far from me.
I stand with thee; and now my tone
Is pleading as the marsh-wind's moan
Beside the sad salt sea;
O love, I cry, for sweet Love's sake,
O love, reply to my heart's ache,
Or, love, I die!—And then I wake,
And know thou'rt far from me.
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