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Betrothed
By Norman Gale
SHE is mine in the day,
She is mine in the dusk;
She is virgin as dawn,
And as fragrant as musk.
And the wood on the hill
Is the home where we meet—
O, the coming of eve,
It is marvellous sweet!
To my satisfied heart
She has flown like a dove;
All her kisses are taught
By the wisdom of love.
And whatever my grief
There is healing, and rest,
On the pear-blossom slope
Of her beautiful breast.
