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Love Song
More lovely is my love
Than yonder dove
Who flies so free.
Her voice is sweeter far
Than larks' notes are.
Ah, dear is she.
She sitteth in the sun,
And every one
Smiles up to God—
As when a lily rare
Springeth for prayer
Out of the sod.
Her hair enweaves the light
In woof as bright
As saints' brows wear.
Her soul through morning eyes
Explores the skies,
For truth is there.
Blest with glad thoughts, she waits
At life's swung gates
The call of love—
God's love or man's—ah me!
How white is she—
My flower, my dove!
How white is she! O heart,
Craven thou art.
Hark thee— be stilled!
The highest ranks of heaven—
God's circles seven—
Christ's love hath filled.
God hath no need of her;
She does not stir
When wide skies shine.
She lives for love. Awhile
Her solemn smile
Is ours— is mine!
Harriet Monroe
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