Ричард Уотсон Гилдер (Richard Watson Gilder)

The New Day. Part 3. 17. Words in Absence

I would that my words were as my fingers,
⁠     So that my Love might feel them move
Slowly over her brow, as lingers
     The sunset wind o'er the world of its love.
I would that my words were as the beating
Of her own heart, that keeps repeating
⁠     My name through the livelong day and the night;
And when my Love her lover misses,—
     ⁠Longs for and loves in the dark and the light,—
I would that my words were as my kisses.
I would that my words her life might fill—
⁠     Be to her earth, and air, and skies.
I would that my words were husht and still—
     ⁠Lost in the light of her eyes.

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