Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/Her Lover
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.
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."
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.
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.