Opals (Custance)/A Lilt of Tears

by Olive Custance

A Lilt of Tears

 

Sing me a song, my Sweet!
Not too sad—not too gay—
Sing how glad hours fly fleet
Like yesterday. . . .

Play me a tune, my dear,
Not too soft—not too loud—
Life's discords hover near . . .
Love's head is bowed. . . .

Dance me a dance to-night!
Not too swift—not too slow—
Dance in the mystic light,
The fire's red glow . . .

Comfort me with a kiss . . .
Lips to lips clinging long . . .
This is the end I wis
Of dance and song.