The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (2.1894)

Betrothed

By Norman Gale

She is mine in the day,
She is mine in the dusk ;
She is virgin as dawn,
And as fragrant as musk.

And the wood on the hill

Is the home where we meet—

O, the Coming of eve,
It is marvellous sweet !

To my satisfied heart

She has flown like a dove ;

All her kisses are taught
By the wisdom of love.

And whatever my grief

There is healing, and rest,
On the pear-blossom slope

Of her beautiful breast.