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I LOVE MY LOVE IN THE MORNING
Gerald Griffin
I love my love in the morning,
For she like morn is fair –
Her blushing cheek, its crimson streak,
It clouds her golden hair.
Her glance, its beam, so soft and kind;
Her tears, its dewy showers;
And her voice, the tender whispering wind
That stirs the early bowers.
I love my love in the morning,
I love my love at noon,
For she is bright as the lord of light,
Yet mild as autumn’s moon:
Her beauty is my bosom’s sun
Her faith my fostering shade,
And I will love my darling one,
Till even the sun shall fade.
I love my love in the morning,
I love my love at even;
Her smile’s soft play is like the ray
That lights the western heaven:
I loved her when the sun was high,
I loved her when he rose;
But best of all when evening’s sigh
Was murmuring at its close.
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