Richard Watson Gilder


The New Day. Part 3. 16. “A Song of the Maiden Morn”


A song of the maiden morn,
A song for my little maid,
Of the silver sunlight born!

But I am afraid, afraid,
When I come my maid may be
Nothing, there, but a shade.

But O, her shadow is more to me
Than the shadowless light of eternity!






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