Keeping Night Watch
So innocent in Thy slumber,
The dreams and vigils of the day
gone by.
No furrow marks Thy brow.
No trace of teardrops
Glisten from your eyes.
Thou art so much like the flower
Eager for the silver dew...
Thy face is flushed
as dusk rests heavy on the breast,
And as I keep night watch
I love you.
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