Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 4. 13. After Many Days

Dear heart, I would that after many days,
      ⁠When we are gone, true lovers in a book
      ⁠Might find these faithful songs of ours. "O look!"
      ⁠I hear him murmur while he straightway lays
His finger on the page, and she doth raise
      ⁠Her eyes to his. Then, like the winter brook
⁠      From whose young limbs a sudden summer shook
⁠      The fetters, love flows on in sunny ways.
I would that when we are no more, dear heart,
      ⁠The world might hold thy unforgotten name
⁠      Inviolate in these eternal rhymes.
I would have poets say: "Let not the art
      ⁠Wherewith they loved be lost! To us the blame
⁠      Should love grow less in these our modern times.

1. The New Day. Part 4. 16. “Love Is Not Bond to Any Man”
2. The Celestial Passion. Part 2. 4. Cost
3. The New Day. Part 3. 29. The Unknown Way
4. The New Day. Part 3. 31. “When the Last Doubt Is Doubted”
5. The New Day. Part 4. 2. The Mirror

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