Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 3. 9. Love's Jealousy

Of other men I know no jealousy,
     ⁠Nor of the maid who holds thee close, O, close!
     ⁠But of the June-red, summer-scented rose,
     ⁠And of the barred and golden sunset sky
That wins the soul of thee through thy deep eye;
⁠     And of the breeze by thee beloved, that goes
⁠     O'er thy dear hair and brow; the song that flows
     ⁠Into thy heart of hearts, where it may die.
I would I were one moment that sweet show
     ⁠Of flower; or breeze beloved that toucheth all;
⁠     Or sky that through the summer eve doth burn.
I would I were the song thou lovest so,
⁠     At sound of me to have thine eyelids fall;
     ⁠But I would then to something human turn.

1. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”
2. The New Day. Part 3. 12. Denial
3. The New Day. Part 3. 19. Thistle-Down
4. The New Day. Part 4. 4. Song (Not from the whole wide world I chose thee)
5. The New Day. Part 2. Interlude

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