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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