SERVICE
If I could only serve him,How sweet this life would be.Last night I dreamed my darling,Alive, returned to me.I brought him from the cupboardThe things he liked to eat,—The little piece of honey,The rye bread and the meat.I sang the song he asked forThe night he went away.How was it, when I loved him,I could have said him nay!I took the time to please him,With a hand upon his brow.Amid the awful leisureThere was no hurry now.How strange I once denied himWhat took so little while.A kiss would seem so simple,So slight a thing a smile.With pleased sweet looks of wonderHe took what I could give,—Such words as we deny themOnly because they live.The pale light of the morningShone in upon the wall.Come back to me, my darling,And I will give you all.Anna Hempstead Branch
If I could only serve him,How sweet this life would be.Last night I dreamed my darling,Alive, returned to me.I brought him from the cupboardThe things he liked to eat,—The little piece of honey,The rye bread and the meat.I sang the song he asked forThe night he went away.How was it, when I loved him,I could have said him nay!I took the time to please him,With a hand upon his brow.Amid the awful leisureThere was no hurry now.How strange I once denied himWhat took so little while.A kiss would seem so simple,So slight a thing a smile.With pleased sweet looks of wonderHe took what I could give,—Such words as we deny themOnly because they live.The pale light of the morningShone in upon the wall.Come back to me, my darling,And I will give you all.Anna Hempstead Branch
If I could only serve him,How sweet this life would be.Last night I dreamed my darling,Alive, returned to me.
If I could only serve him,
How sweet this life would be.
Last night I dreamed my darling,
Alive, returned to me.
I brought him from the cupboardThe things he liked to eat,—The little piece of honey,The rye bread and the meat.
I brought him from the cupboard
The things he liked to eat,—
The little piece of honey,
The rye bread and the meat.
I sang the song he asked forThe night he went away.How was it, when I loved him,I could have said him nay!
I sang the song he asked for
The night he went away.
How was it, when I loved him,
I could have said him nay!
I took the time to please him,With a hand upon his brow.Amid the awful leisureThere was no hurry now.
I took the time to please him,
With a hand upon his brow.
Amid the awful leisure
There was no hurry now.
How strange I once denied himWhat took so little while.A kiss would seem so simple,So slight a thing a smile.
How strange I once denied him
What took so little while.
A kiss would seem so simple,
So slight a thing a smile.
With pleased sweet looks of wonderHe took what I could give,—Such words as we deny themOnly because they live.
With pleased sweet looks of wonder
He took what I could give,—
Such words as we deny them
Only because they live.
The pale light of the morningShone in upon the wall.Come back to me, my darling,And I will give you all.
The pale light of the morning
Shone in upon the wall.
Come back to me, my darling,
And I will give you all.
Anna Hempstead Branch