The Little Book of Modern Verse; a selection from the work of contemporaneous American poets by Unknown
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Only of thee and me.
Only of thee and me the breakers chant, Only of us the stir in bush and tree; The rain and sunshine tell the eager plant Only of thee and me. Only of thee and me, till all shall fade; Only of us the whole world's thoughts can be -- For we are Love, and God Himself is made Only of thee and me. When the Wind is low. [Cale Young Rice] When the wind is low, and the sea is soft, And the far heat-lightning plays On the rim of the west where dark clouds nest On a darker bank of haze; When I lean o'er the rail with you that I love And gaze to my heart's content; I know that the heavens are there above -- But you are my firmament. When the phosphor-stars are thrown from the bow And the watch climbs up the shroud; |
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