Oh do not let this moment have an end!
But let it linger on through lazy hours,
Here on the soft spring grass, where soon the flowers
Will raise their glorious heads, and weave and bend
And pray to the sky its manna-rains to send –
But not yet! Oh do not let those vernal showers
Disturb the sweet rest of her and I, for ours
Is such a short time, the years like moments spend.
For if this life be not as we are now,
As I, upon her skin trace words of love,
As she, exquisite, pressing brow to brow,
Anoints my lips with kisses from above –
Still, I will say I’ve seen the holy dove
That sings of mysteries words do not allow.
That was a lovely day!
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