Verses (Shorter)/Love in My Arms Lies Sleeping

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Love in My Arms Lies Sleeping
by Dora Sigerson Shorter

From Verses (1893).

1752539Love in My Arms Lies SleepingDora Sigerson Shorter

LOVE IN MY ARMS LIES SLEEPING.

Roses red for the fair young head to weave a crown,
Let them be half blown,
For a rose in June it will fade too soon to gold and brown.
For thee my own
The fairest blossoms in all love's land, for that small hot and,
And a bird to sing all the sweet day through,
Lest fear should wake in the heart of you,
And I hear my own heart's beating;
Wild roses red for the fair gold head.
Love in my arms lies sleeping.

Lilies fair for the wind-blown hair,
It were better so
Than a blossom dead.
And a rose's thorn; but the fresh glad morn brings breath of snow.
Hath summer fled?

Hath winter come when I dreamt it spring?
Is my sweet bird dead that he does not sing?
I hear but my heart's sad weeping.
Loose and cold is thy soft hands' hold;
Love in my arms lies sleeping.