How I Wish I Was Your Raven Hair
Oh, How I wish I was your raven hair!
That I may by the reach of me
That I may thoughtlessly caress your warm cheek!
That I may catch some of your opal tears and dry them
Cherishing the treasure in my shapeless fingers
For just a few hours
Until the sun-the better suited one-steals them away!
In the well-be-named mourning--at the dawn of day!
And being laid upon your silken pillow, catch your whispered dreams!
Knowing then what magic lies in your head!
Lamenting the loss of lavish rain,
I'll soon be pacified
For, wherefore, by the reach of me-
I would be first seen in your eyes!
And lo! When you are angry or at least, sir, in distress-
It will be I first that you touch!
You in your brakish thought!
And oh! Sir, I'll be always soft
And silent, too, to listen!
You'd care not if I was there
To see a strong man's eye glisten!
Oh, why, my love can I not be your raven hair!
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