II
When to-morrow's eve shall fall
We shall say, as night descends,
Again shall say: Ah, yesterday
Scarcely were we friends at all—
Now we have been friends so long;
Our love has grown so deep, so strong.
A NIGHT SONG
(FOR THE GUITAR)
The leaves are dark and large, Love,
'T is blue at every marge, Love;
The stars hang in the tree, Love,
I'll pluck them all for thee, Love;
The crescent moon is curled, Love,
Down at the edge of the world, Love;
I'll run and bring it now, Love,
To crown thy gentle brow, Love;
For in my song.
The summer long,
The stars, and moon, and night, Love,
Are but for thy delight, Love!
LEO
I
Over the roofs of the houses I hear the barking of Leo—
Leo the shaggy, the lustrous, the giant, the gentle Newfoundland.
Dark are his eyes as the night, and black is his hair as the midnight;
