Love's Springtide

My heart was winter-bound until
   I heard you sing;
O voice of Love, hush not, but fill
   My life with Spring!

My hopes were homeless things before
   I saw your eyes;
O smile of Love, close not the door
   To paradise!

My dreams were bitter once, and then
   I found them bliss;
O lips of Love, give me again
   Your rose to kiss!

Springtide of Love! The secret sweet
   Is ours alone;
O heart of Love, at last you beat
   Against my own!

by Frank Dempster Sherman

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