I would be gone this night, my love
I'd slip to the stilly night, and watch
As the dew-dipped stars take flight in the burning sky
And see the silent trumpets as they count the tones of time
To watch, and watch; not close my eyes for watching.
I would be gone this morn, my love
Into the rosy strains of dawn, and list
As the silver shards of light that mark anew
creation and the dawning day; sing alleluias to the brimming skies
I list, and list, and cannot sleep for list'ning.
I would be gone this day, my love
Fly like the wind at noontide, and ne'er return to thee
For this old world cries, and calls, and brims to beck me hence
The siren's song of a thousand golden days;
I'd wander, and I'd wander, and ne'er return from wandr'ing
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