For works with similar titles, see Two Loves.
TWO LOVES.
AS the sun in summer stoops to kiss the rose,
Till the opening petals heart of gold disclose;
As the dew of evening rests upon a flower;
As the rain in summer falls in fragrant shower;
As the stars in heaven, when the breezes rest,
Stoop to lie in beauty on the ocean's breast;
As the west wind lightly sweeps the forest trees
Till they sing and murmur leafy melodies;
As the bright moon reigning in her strength and pride,
Draws the mighty ocean in a ceaseless tide;
As the rainbow arches over summer sea,
As the moonlight falleth;—so thy love for me.
Till the opening petals heart of gold disclose;
As the dew of evening rests upon a flower;
As the rain in summer falls in fragrant shower;
As the stars in heaven, when the breezes rest,
Stoop to lie in beauty on the ocean's breast;
As the west wind lightly sweeps the forest trees
Till they sing and murmur leafy melodies;
As the bright moon reigning in her strength and pride,
Draws the mighty ocean in a ceaseless tide;
As the rainbow arches over summer sea,
As the moonlight falleth;—so thy love for me.
As the rose that waited for the sun to rise
Ere the petals opened to the morning skies;
As the flowers of evening when the air is still,
Underneath the darkness, richest scents distill;
As the ocean mirrors all the stars at night,
Or reflects the rainbow's seven-tinted light;
As the pine tree answers to the wind's caress,
Singing, ever singing, songs of tenderness;
As the ocean heaveth from its caves below,
By the bright moon's power drawn to ebb and flow;
As the face of nature, plain and hill and sea,
Looketh up to heaven;—so my love for thee.
Ere the petals opened to the morning skies;
As the flowers of evening when the air is still,
Underneath the darkness, richest scents distill;
As the ocean mirrors all the stars at night,
Or reflects the rainbow's seven-tinted light;
As the pine tree answers to the wind's caress,
Singing, ever singing, songs of tenderness;
As the ocean heaveth from its caves below,
By the bright moon's power drawn to ebb and flow;
As the face of nature, plain and hill and sea,
Looketh up to heaven;—so my love for thee.