Since I have known thee, Dear, all life has grown

An expectation. As the swelling grain

Trembles to harvesting, and earth in pain

Travails till Spring is born, so felt alone

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Is the dumb reaching out of things unborn,

The night's gray promise of the amber morn.

I long to taste my pleasures through thy lips,

To sail with thee o'er foaming waves and feel

Our spirits rise together with the reel

Of waters and the wavering land's eclipse;

To see thy fair hair damp with salt sea-spray

And in thine eyes the wildness of the way.

I long to share my woods with thee, to fly

To some black-hearted forest where the trail

Of mortals lingers not,—to hear the gale.

Sweep round us with a shuddering ecstasy,

To feel, night's tumult passed, the cool soft hand

Of the untroubled dawn move o'er the land.

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