In Middle Harbour, and other Verse


Thomas W. Heney

AH, happy air that, rough or soft,
    May kiss that face and stay;
And happy beams that from above
    May choose to her their way;
And happy flowers that now and then
    Touch lips more sweet than they!

But it were not so blest to be
    Or light or air or rose;
Those dainty fingers tear and toss
    The bloom that in them glows;
And come or go, both wind and ray
    She heeds not, if she knows.

But if I come thy choice should be
    Either to love or not—
For if I might I would not kiss
    And then be all forgot;
And it were best thy love to lose
    If love self-scorn begot.

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