Tai, Is Fair My Love
My from this Gods love.
by James McLain
What is this of mine to give you of his love?
Great and trusting making hearts, my dove.
Wrung from weeping hands,
and silence sprung the well deep is the guf and long despair.
Your life -from me, and Tai of this, what life?
Upon your garland hair, I smell, the hills are bare.
To see love coming and see my love depart.