Poems (Duer)/A Song (Dearest dear, if thou wouldst measure)
For works with similar titles, see A Song.
A SONG.
Dearest dear, if thou wouldst measure
What to me is measureless,
Half the pain or half the pleasure
Of my love's great tenderness,
I will touch my heart-strings for thee,
Since to thee it doth belong,
And the echo shall adore thee
In a song within a song.
What to me is measureless,
Half the pain or half the pleasure
Of my love's great tenderness,
I will touch my heart-strings for thee,
Since to thee it doth belong,
And the echo shall adore thee
In a song within a song.
As the sun is to the flowers,
As the stars to midnight skies,
As the rainbow to the showers,
As the light to sightless eyes,
As the flame is to the fire,
As the breeze is to the sea,
As the gain to the desire,
So, dear heart, art thou to me.
As the stars to midnight skies,
As the rainbow to the showers,
As the light to sightless eyes,
As the flame is to the fire,
As the breeze is to the sea,
As the gain to the desire,
So, dear heart, art thou to me.
C. D.