My Love
My love wakes in the morning,
While the birds sing soft to hear;
The day springs from night's dreaming,
And summer's feet fling clear.
Life scampers through the meadows,
Daisies bloom beneath her feet;
The streams flow through the woodland,
With songs that are so sweet.
Branches laden with their fruit,
So low a limb could hold;
As harvest filled with plenty,
For a king in his treasure fold.
Life danced with all the shadows,
That were cast by her substance fair,
My love laughed in the morning,
As she lingered softly there.
Now she sleeps there in the twilight,
And my heart is filled with fear;
Her laughter lost in darkness,
And my joy died in a tear.
I whispered, "Rest while I am singing",
When shadows come at night;
Each fair blossom swinging,
With faint perfumed delight.
When the world is filled with laughter,
And the bird flies on the wing;
When man calls to the hereafter,
There's no song there left to sing.
Her life fades to a shadow,
Death loved her body fair;
My love smiled in her sleeping,
With no one but me to care.
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