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Show In the blue morn, the new morn f Beneath a sun-filled sky, Oh, I met a little Love When all the clouds were high; A little Love, a wistful Love I would not have him stay; I loosed his hands, and kissed his lips, And bade him fly away. In the warm noon, the sweet noon, When all the air was gold, v Oh, I met a fair, great Love With merry eyes and bold; So wise, so strong, so wonderful, Too high for my estate, He loosed my hands, and kissed my lips, And left me desolate. In the deep night, the cold night, Who comes through wind and rain? Little Love I bade away Is at my side again. And he hath warmed my hands in his, And kissed my wet eyes dry. Oh, strange that he should comfort me For that great Love gone by. John Winwood, in the Smart Set. |