Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер)
The New Day. Part 3. 14. Song (I love her gentle forehead)
I love her gentle forehead,
And I love her tender hair;
I love her cool, white arms,
And her neck where it is bare.
I love the smell of her garments;
I love the touch of her hands;
I love the sky above her,
And the very ground where she stands.
I love her doubting and anguish;
I love the love she withholds;
I love my love that loveth her
And anew her being molds.
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