  I read you poems all the day, And all the night I dreamed of you, Wild nightmares riding sweet sleep through, Whilst all the time I longed to say More tenderly, my roundelay, And ardently with verse to woo. I read you poems all the day; You gave them up again to me, For all the night I seemed to see Your face a vision on my way, As with the murmuring of streams Your voice commingled in my dreams. I read you poems all the day; Ah! would that you could hear me now! Accepting the unuttered vow My spirit yearned but dare not say: Yet still though you are far away I read you poems all the day. |
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