Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 1. 5. Love Grown Bold

This is her picture painted ere mine eyes
     ⁠Her ever holy face had looked upon.
     ⁠She sitteth in a silence of her own;
⁠     Behind her, on the ground, a red rose lies;
Her thinking brow is bent, nor doth arise
⁠     Her gaze from that shut book whose word unknown
     ⁠Her firm hands hide from her; there all alone
⁠     She sitteth in thought-trouble, maidenwise.
And now her lover waiting wondereth
⁠     Whether the joy of joys is drawing near;
⁠     Shall his brave fingers like a tender breath
That shut book open for her, wide and clear?
     ⁠From him who her sweet shadow worshipeth
     ⁠Now will she take the rose, and hold it dear? 

1. The New Day. Part 3. 7. Body and Soul
2. The New Day. Part 4. 3. Likeness in Unlikeness
3. The New Day. Part 4. 7. Song (Years have flown since I knew thee first)
4. The New Day. Part 4. 10. The Violin
5. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”

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