An Hour


Together by bright water
We sat, my love and I.
Light as a skimming swallow
The perfect hour went by
With words like ripples breaking
On full thoughts softly waking;
With thoughts so dear and shy
That no word dared to follow.

Down by that sunny water
The spring’s sweet voice we heard.
The wind, the leaves’ young lover,
My love’s hair gently stirred.
An hour ago we parted;
I wander heavy–hearted.
Heavily, like a wounded bird,
The day lags, night draws over.

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