For works with similar titles, see A Song.
A SONG.
If I were only a ray of the sun,
How I would steal through your lattice at morn,
Touch all the things you had touched, one by one,
Sparkle and dance on the gems you had worn,
Trembling and hoping to see in the glass,
Trace of my light in your face as you pass.
How I would steal through your lattice at morn,
Touch all the things you had touched, one by one,
Sparkle and dance on the gems you had worn,
Trembling and hoping to see in the glass,
Trace of my light in your face as you pass.
If I were only a breeze of the night,
How I would sigh of my love and despair,
Kiss your soft cheek, or your lips, if I might,
Chase the white moonbeams that lie in your hair,
Hushing the nightingale, for while he sings
You might be deaf to my whispering wings.
How I would sigh of my love and despair,
Kiss your soft cheek, or your lips, if I might,
Chase the white moonbeams that lie in your hair,
Hushing the nightingale, for while he sings
You might be deaf to my whispering wings.
If I were only a wave of the sea,
Born like a sigh from the breast of the deep,
Knowing the end of my journey to be
Death, when life s gift were most worthy to keep,
Yet would I laugh while my broken heart beat:
Death were life s crown if I died at your feet.
Born like a sigh from the breast of the deep,
Knowing the end of my journey to be
Death, when life s gift were most worthy to keep,
Yet would I laugh while my broken heart beat:
Death were life s crown if I died at your feet.
C. D.