There came a fairy through the night
Bringing on her wings the waking light
Of day, which when it broke upon the hill
Brought thoughts of you to mind.
I saw you in that dew-dressed dawn
Felt your breath upon the air,
And as my thoughts soared
With the birds, the scent of you
Was in the clouds. It filled my heart with joy.
Oh to hold your hand.
Oh to see your face.
Oh to lie down on this grass
in your close embrace.
Longings fill my dreams of you;
they cling to me all day,
I'm helpless in their grasp,
but when I call your name
in hopes that you will come
I know I might as well
be calling from my grave.
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