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Show A Song of Low In tho blue morn, the per n Dcneath a sun-llllei! iky Oh. I met n little lov- When nil the clouds were i, .'.i; A Ilttlo love, a wistful love I would not have him stay; I loosed his hands, nnd kissed his lips, And bade him fly away. In tho warm noon, the sweet noon, When all the air was gold. Oh. I met n fair, greut love. With merry eyes and bold; So wise, so strong, so wonderful, Too high for my estate. He loosed my hands unci 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, strnngo that ho should comfort mo For that great lovo gone by. John Win wood, In Smart Set. |