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Harriet Monroe - Love Songs
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I
I LOVE my life, but not too well 
To give it to thee like a flower, 
So it may pleasure thee to dwell 
Deep in its perfume but an hour. 
I love my life, but not too well.

I love my life, but not too well 
To sing it note by note away, 
So to thy soul the song may tell 
The beauty of the desolate day. 
I love my life, but not too well.

I love my life, but not too well 
To cast it like a cloak on thine, 
Against the storms that sound and swell 
Between thy lonely heart and mine. 
I love my life, but not too well. 

II
Your love is like a blue, blue wave 
The little rainbows play in. 
Your love is like a mountain cave 
Cool shadows darkly stay in. 

It thrills me like great gales at war, 
It soothes like softest singing. 
It bears me where clear rivers are, 
With reeds and rushes swinging; 
Or out to pearly shores afar 
Where temple bells are ringing. 

III
And is it pain to you
That we must love and part? 
Ah, if you only knew
The gladness in my heart!

Love is enough. Each day 
I look upon the sun, 
He loves me! I shall say, 
Now is my life begun. 

He loves me! Every night, 
On the dark verge of sleep, 
The rapture will alight 
And to my bosom creep. 

Peace, for I should not dare 
A keener joy implore. 
My soul shall feel no care—
Until you love no more.
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