Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 3. 14. Song (I love her gentle forehead)

I love her gentle forehead,
⁠     And I love her tender hair;
I love her cool, white arms,
     ⁠And her neck where it is bare.

I love the smell of her garments;
⁠     I love the touch of her hands;
I love the sky above her,
⁠     And the very ground where she stands.

I love her doubting and anguish;
⁠     I love the love she withholds;
I love my love that loveth her
⁠     And anew her being molds.

1. The Celestial Passion. Prelude
2. The New Day. Part 3. 8. “Thy Lover, Love, Would Have Some Nobler Way”
3. The New Day. Part 3. 23. Song (My love grew with the growing night)
4. The New Day. Part 4. 4. Song (Not from the whole wide world I chose thee)
5. The Celestial Passion. Part 2. 2. Easter

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