Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 3. 19. Thistle-Down

Fly, thistle-down, fly
From my lips to the lips that I love!
Fly through the morning light,
Flee through the shadowy night,
Over the sea and the land,
Quick as the lark
Through twilight and dark,
Through lightning and thunder;
Till no longer asunder
We stand;
For thy touch like the lips of her lover
Moves her being to mine—
We are one in a swoon divine!

Fly, thistle-down, fly
From my lips to the lips that I love!

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3. The New Day. Part 3. 18. Song (The birds were singing, the skies were gay)
4. The New Day. Part 3. 22. The Lover's Lord and Master
5. The New Day. Part 3. 31. “When the Last Doubt Is Doubted”

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