One Day

I read you poems all the day,

And all the night I dreamed of you,

Wild nightmares riding sweet sleep through,

Whilst all the time I longed to say

More tenderly, my roundelay,

And ardently with verse to woo.

I read you poems all the day;

You gave them up again to me,

For all the night I seemed to see

Your face a vision on my way,

As with the murmuring of streams

Your voice commingled in my dreams.

I read you poems all the day;

Ah! would that you could hear me now!

Accepting the unuttered vow

My spirit yearned but dare not say:

Yet still though you are far away

I read you poems all the day.