Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 1. 2. Sonnet (I like her gentle hand that sometimes strays)

            (AFTER THE ITALIAN)

I like her gentle hand that sometimes strays,
⁠     To find the place, through the same book with mine;
⁠     I like her feet; and O, those eyes divine!
⁠     And when we say farewell, perhaps she stays
Love-lingering—then hurries on her ways,
⁠     As if she thought, "To end my pain and thine."
⁠     I like her voice better than new-made wine;
     ⁠I like the mandolin whereon she plays.
And I like, too, the cloak I saw her wear,
⁠     And the red scarf that her white neck doth cover,
⁠     And well I like the door that she comes through;
I like the riband that doth bind her hair—
⁠     But then, in truth, I am that lady's lover,
     ⁠And every new day there is something new.

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

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