The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly — 13.1897

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The Noon of Love

By J. A. Blaikie


Eastward each morning,

Ever old, ever new,

The radiant adorning

Of day made for you

Meets me, and lifts me, upspringing

Over crag, over hollow,

Over woodland and meadow,

A glory all heaven, the earth its sun-shadow—

I go with heart singing,

And singing winds follow,

I take my way winging,

Where the gossamers fly, to the sun’s gold clinging,
My sweeting, my darling, my One !

Into the gold and the sun.


Unbreathing Noon, the hour of love’s dominion,
Falls now, as yesterday, as ’twill to-morrow ;
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