At day’s break,
as I slowly wake,
I look for you, though my mind doth flake.
As the day waxes and burning quickens,
My thoughts of you hardly fade,
Becoming bolder and complete, it barely slackens.
At day’s end, as I crawl to slumber,
And enter Sleep’s weary gates.
You welcome me in Dream lands stretching far,
And kiss me gentle,
Beyond the World’s ability to mar.
Oh tickle me, this yearning deep!
This constant pining in my soul.
But steady is the hand with the sickle’s nip,
That rosemary seeks with heart that’s whole.
In twilight, under twinkling star,
I remember promise and hope, and love from afar.
Oh Lord, who art in heaven,
Hallow’d be thy name.
Bless’d am I to love an angel of grace,
Bless’d am I to await the day
I can again kiss the smile on her face.