Love! Love! Your tenderness
Your beautiful, watchful way
Grasp me, fold me, cover me
I lie in a kind of daze
Neither asleep nor yet awake
Neither a bud nor flower
Brings to-morro
Joy or sorrow
The black or the golden hour
Love! Love! You pity me so
Chide me, scold me--cry
"Submit--submit! You must not fight!
What may I do, then? Die
But, oh my horror of quiet beds
How can I longer stay
"One to be ready
Two to be steady
Three to be off and away!
Darling heart--your gravity
Your sorrowful, mournful gaze-
"Two bleached roads lie under the moon
At the parting of the ways.
But the tiny, tree-thatched, narrow lane
Isn't it yours and mine
The blue-bells rin
Hey, ding-a-ding, ding
And buds are thick on the vine
Love! Love! Grief of my heart
As a tree droops over a strea
You hush me, lull me, dark me
The shadow hiding the gleam
Your drooping and tragical boughs of grac
Are heavy as though with rain
Run! Run
Into the sun
Let us be children again
