When first I held you in my arms and pressed You to my heart, lo, like the lifting tide, I felt your love beat up against my side With murmurings of secrets half-confessed! Like the refreshing waves your kisses blessed My lips, when laughingly and happy-eyed You on my shoulder dropped your head to hide Your joy and dreamed a moment on my breast. The wonder of the ever-changing skies, Of clouds and mists, and every glorious star Is in the beauty of your wondrous eyes; The mystery of lisping gales afar Stirs in the softest whisper of your sighs, And Love makes me a poet where you are. |