She…
Would that you might bear me away!
You, my companion and friend!
Into a land where the day
No parting could end!
There with no thought but of you
Softly the white hours would pass,
Fresh as the dawn with the dew
On the untrodden grass.
Never a thought would I hide,
And, when night covered the land,
You would draw close to my side,
And perhaps touch my hand.
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