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The Noon of Love
By J. A. Blaikie
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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.
II
Unbreathing Noon, the hour of love’s dominion,
Falls now, as yesterday, as ’twill to-morrow ;
By J. A. Blaikie
i
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.
II
Unbreathing Noon, the hour of love’s dominion,
Falls now, as yesterday, as ’twill to-morrow ;
