Come jest awhile with me and talk And talk awhile and laugh; Some day the one of us may write The other's epitaph. And if your hand shall write for me, Then let the words you write Say that I loved them equally, Blue day and starry night. Say I loved talking things like birds And prattling things like brooks, And that I learned from children's words And fell in love with books. And say I loved a girl or two, And one with hair like flame, And flame my heart was when she spoke By night my name. |