Smith, Effie Waller
|SONGS OF THE MONTHS.|
|TO MY LOVE.|
Darling, my own dear, ownest love,
Shall I put on a dress of white,
A red, red rose in my raven hair,
And meet you at the gate to-night?
By the garden gate that is arched with elms,
With majestic elms tall,
Where night-birds their sweetest melodies croon,
And so softly their love-mates call.
Say, darling, will you greet me with a kiss,
Will you be my love as of yore?
Will you talk of the bliss of our future days,
And tell me you love me more?
And shall we walk down the garden path,
Under the sparkling star-lit sky,
While the dew is glittering on the grass,
And the soft, cooling night winds sigh?