[Editor: This poem by William Blocksidge (also known as William Baylebridge) was published in Songs o’ the South (1908).]
XIV.
To-Night I Long for Thee!
To-night I long for thee, Love!
Thy voice, so sweet and low,
Like music played in minor keys,
Would waken wondrous harmonies,
My heart to overflow.
To-night I long for thee, Love!
Thy glances, kind and true,
Like benedictions after prayer,
Would ease my soul of every care,
And strengthen me anew.
To-night I long for thee, Love —
More graceful than the flowers
That ope to drink the dew at morn;
And pure as even those newborn
’Neath kiss of fragrant showers!
To-night I long for thee, Love!
Ah, Love, I long for thee!
But thou art far away, Love;
Yet hear what now I pray, Love,
And still be true to me!
Source:
William Blocksidge, Songs o’ the South, London: Watts, 1908, p. 30
Editor’s notes:
art = (archaic) are
benediction = a blessing; a calling for good fortune and well-being; a short invocation of a blessing; a prayer for the blessing of God (asking God for guidance, help, and protection), commonly conducted at the conclusion of a religious service
morn = morning
’neath = (vernacular) beneath
ope = an archaic form of “open”
thee = (archaic) you
thou = (archaic) you
thy = (archaic) your
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