Winter Twilight
Which will go first my darling? Ah me, we do not know.
Why do you muse over that to-night? Come lay your head on my breast.
The moonlight is cold and lonely on the roofs of glittering snow,
But here it is warm, and here you are safe as a bird in its nest.
Which will go first? So often you touch on that sorrowful theme.
We only know that one shall be called and the other left, my dear.
No, no, weep not, your tears will start mine. You sigh like one in a dream.
How pale we look in the marble light that slants in the window here!
With your tearful lashes touching my cheek and your arms about my neck,
Dare I think of a time when those eyes will be shut and those hands give no love token!
Pray heaven that our love grow diviner with promise of life that the grave cannot wreck
Or ever the silver cord be loosed or the golden bowl be broken.
Why do you muse over that to-night? Come lay your head on my breast.
The moonlight is cold and lonely on the roofs of glittering snow,
But here it is warm, and here you are safe as a bird in its nest.
Which will go first? So often you touch on that sorrowful theme.
We only know that one shall be called and the other left, my dear.
No, no, weep not, your tears will start mine. You sigh like one in a dream.
How pale we look in the marble light that slants in the window here!
With your tearful lashes touching my cheek and your arms about my neck,
Dare I think of a time when those eyes will be shut and those hands give no love token!
Pray heaven that our love grow diviner with promise of life that the grave cannot wreck
Or ever the silver cord be loosed or the golden bowl be broken.
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