MY LOVEBy LILLIAN WESTER
MY LOVEBy LILLIAN WESTER
By LILLIAN WESTER
You have been mine, O Love!One fair, sweet day;Last night you left the courts of menAnd passed my way.I did not ask, O Love!In wish nor prayer,For one so strong, so wholly good,To think me fair.I did but hope, O Love!From humble sphere,To sing one song so true that youMight pause to hear;Might pause, and find, O Love!Thatpath more sweet,When Chance should bring you once againWhere strayed my feet.But then you came, O Love!—’Twas night with me—You smiled and drove the shadows far,And I could see.You took my hands, O Love!And with your eyesYou looked my soul away from meTo where yours lies.I weep, my Life, my Love!But then the tearsAre for the days before you came,Not coming years.You came, my King, my Love!And in your eyesI lost the fear of days, and foundA Paradise!
You have been mine, O Love!One fair, sweet day;Last night you left the courts of menAnd passed my way.I did not ask, O Love!In wish nor prayer,For one so strong, so wholly good,To think me fair.I did but hope, O Love!From humble sphere,To sing one song so true that youMight pause to hear;Might pause, and find, O Love!Thatpath more sweet,When Chance should bring you once againWhere strayed my feet.But then you came, O Love!—’Twas night with me—You smiled and drove the shadows far,And I could see.You took my hands, O Love!And with your eyesYou looked my soul away from meTo where yours lies.I weep, my Life, my Love!But then the tearsAre for the days before you came,Not coming years.You came, my King, my Love!And in your eyesI lost the fear of days, and foundA Paradise!
You have been mine, O Love!One fair, sweet day;Last night you left the courts of menAnd passed my way.
You have been mine, O Love!
One fair, sweet day;
Last night you left the courts of men
And passed my way.
I did not ask, O Love!In wish nor prayer,For one so strong, so wholly good,To think me fair.
I did not ask, O Love!
In wish nor prayer,
For one so strong, so wholly good,
To think me fair.
I did but hope, O Love!From humble sphere,To sing one song so true that youMight pause to hear;
I did but hope, O Love!
From humble sphere,
To sing one song so true that you
Might pause to hear;
Might pause, and find, O Love!Thatpath more sweet,When Chance should bring you once againWhere strayed my feet.
Might pause, and find, O Love!
Thatpath more sweet,
When Chance should bring you once again
Where strayed my feet.
But then you came, O Love!—’Twas night with me—You smiled and drove the shadows far,And I could see.
But then you came, O Love!—
’Twas night with me—
You smiled and drove the shadows far,
And I could see.
You took my hands, O Love!And with your eyesYou looked my soul away from meTo where yours lies.
You took my hands, O Love!
And with your eyes
You looked my soul away from me
To where yours lies.
I weep, my Life, my Love!But then the tearsAre for the days before you came,Not coming years.
I weep, my Life, my Love!
But then the tears
Are for the days before you came,
Not coming years.
You came, my King, my Love!And in your eyesI lost the fear of days, and foundA Paradise!
You came, my King, my Love!
And in your eyes
I lost the fear of days, and found
A Paradise!