Poems (Terry, 1861)/Lise
LISE.
If I were a cloud in heaven, I would hang over thee;If I were a star of even, I'd rise and set for thee;For love, life, light, were given Thy ministers to be.
If I were a wind's low laughter, I'd kiss thy hair;Or a sunbeam coming after, Lie on thy forehead fair;For the world and its wide hereafter Have nought with thee to compare.
If I were a fountain leaping, Thy name should beThe burden of my sweet weeping; If I were a bee,My honeyed treasures keeping, 'Twere all for thee!
There's never a tided ocean Without a shore;Nor a leaf whose downward motion No dews deplore;And I dream that my devotion May move thee to sigh once more.