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Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/Her Lover

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4511061Poems — Her LoverSophia Courtoulde Hazlett-Bevis
Her Lover.
He stood so close beside her chair, And looked down in her eyes With such a gaze as rapture gives, When joy is love's surprise. His strong right arm about her twined, His blue eyes humid grew, As he gently took her little hand And pressed it fondly too.
He drew her head upon his breast, And leaned his own upon The silver threads, where golden once The sunlight glow had shown. "My precious darling," whispered he In tender, soothing tone, "You are all the world, my sweet, to me, And I am yours alone."
The great heart of the woman grew So full of love for him, The lad who wore such eyes of blue She felt her own grow dim. So many years between them lay, Her work was well nigh done, But while she lived, she'd daily pray And thank God for—her son.