GIVE me a day, beloved, that I may set A jewel in my heart—I'll brave regret, If, on the morrow, you shall say "forget"! One golden day when dawn shall blush to noon And noon incline to dark, and, oversoon, My joy lie buried 'neath a rounded moon. Only a day—it's worth you scarce could tell From other days; but in my life 'twill dwell An oasis with palm trees and a well! |