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GOOD-MORNING III
I love these hands, these lips enchanting,
With them the God of love’s allied,
With them the apple-prize is granting,
But guards them, too, lest aught betide.
I love you and must say it ever,
Although you heed not what you ’ve heard,
But flee and answer: maidens never
May put their trust in poet’s word.
THE FIRST MEETING
(FROM THE FISHER MAIDEN)
Tue first fond meeting holy
Is like the woodbirds’ trilling,
Is like a sea-song thrilling,
When red the sun sinks slowly, —
Is like a horn on mountain,
That wakes time’s sleep thereunder
And summons to life’s fountain
To meet in nature’s wonder.
GOOD-MORNING
(FROM THE FISHER MAIDEN)
Day’s coming up now, joy’s returned,
Sorrow’s dark cloud-castles captured and burned;
Over the mountain-tops glowing
Light-king his armies is throwing.
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