[Editor: This poem by William Blocksidge (also known as William Baylebridge) was published in Songs o’ the South (1908).]
XX.
Dear Heart, With Thee!
Where beauty’s eyes are brightly beaming,
And lovely lips like roses bloom,
Where on the soft white cheeks are teeming
The rosebuds in their stainless tomb;
Dear Heart, ’tis there I long to be —
With thee, ah yes, with thee!
Where bright the crown of gold is gleaming,
And grace in every line is seen,
Where Love its day for me is dreaming
(’Twas thou who told me so, my Queen);
Dear Heart, ’tis there I long to be —
With thee, ah yes, with thee!
Where Purity has pledged her keeping
(And thou art this, full well I know;
For in those eyes of thine is sleeping
A soul as pure as spotless snow);
Dear Heart, ’tis there I long to be —
With thee, ah yes, with thee!
Source:
William Blocksidge, Songs o’ the South, London: Watts, 1908, p. 34
Editor’s notes:
art = (archaic) are
thee = (archaic) you
thine = (archaic) your; yours
thou = (archaic) you
’tis = (archaic) a contraction of “it is”
’twas = (archaic) a contraction of “it was”
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