. When she comes home . tc 3a As I remember the first fair touch Of those that I loveso much,I seem to thrill as Ithen was thrilled, Kissing the glove thatI found unfilled— When I metyour gaze, andthe queenly bow, ? niiii.^ in i! .» J»WWW WI»M«—W MMW As you said to me,laughingly, Keepit now! . . And dazed and alonein a dream I stand, Kissing this ghost ofyour beautiful hand. When first I loved, in the long ago,And held your hand as I told you so—Pressed and caressedit and gave it a kiss And said I could diefor a hand like this I Little I dreamed loves fullness yet Had to ripen
. When she comes home . tc 3a As I remember the first fair touch Of those that I loveso much,I seem to thrill as Ithen was thrilled, Kissing the glove thatI found unfilled— When I metyour gaze, andthe queenly bow, ? niiii.^ in i! .» J»WWW WI»M«—W MMW As you said to me,laughingly, Keepit now! . . And dazed and alonein a dream I stand, Kissing this ghost ofyour beautiful hand. When first I loved, in the long ago,And held your hand as I told you so—Pressed and caressedit and gave it a kiss And said I could diefor a hand like this I Little I dreamed loves fullness yet Had to ripen when eyes were wet And prayers were vain in theirwild demands For one warmtouch of yourbeautiful hands.
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