Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер)

The New Day. Part 3. 19. Thistle-Down

Fly, thistle-down, fly
From my lips to the lips that I love!
Fly through the morning light,
Flee through the shadowy night,
Over the sea and the land,
Quick as the lark
Through twilight and dark,
Through lightning and thunder;
Till no longer asunder
We stand;
For thy touch like the lips of her lover
Moves her being to mine—
We are one in a swoon divine!

Fly, thistle-down, fly
From my lips to the lips that I love!

1. The New Day. Part 3. 11. “Once Only”
2. The New Day. Part 4. 2. The Mirror
3. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”
4. The New Day. Part 4. 16. “Love Is Not Bond to Any Man”
5. The New Day. Part 4. 7. Song (Years have flown since I knew thee first)

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