Poems (Cromwell)/Love

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4446082Poems — LoveGladys Cromwell
LOVE
Hush, hush, O wind!
Between the leaves you creep,
You grope like something blind.
The tree tops as they sleep,
The standing spears of grass,
You'll touch them when you pass.

Still, still, O love!
My need awaits your dower,
My foolish heart your power;
Though sorrow dawn anew
I may not strive with you.