I Love Him So
Like the bend of the larch in the wind of dawn,
As a twilight sky or a starlit lawn;
Like fleecy clouds in their shifting white,
As capricious as the moon is bright
Is the soul of him.
Like whispering leaves when the woods are green,
Singing with a brook through a night time dream;
With sweet mysteries that his eyes withhold,
Passion to me he never has told
To the soul of me.
Like the vision of midnight that follows my eye,
The shadow he casts that will not reply
To the song in my heart; for all that I know
It brings me to the place where I want to go
For I love him so.
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