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"IN THE DARK, IN THE DEW"
In the dark, in the dew,
I am smiling back at you;
But you cannot see
the smile,
And you're thinking all the while
How I turn my face from
you,
In the dark, in the dew.
In the dark, in the dew,
All my love goes out to you,
Flutters like a
bird in pain,
Dies and comes to life again;
While you whisper, "Sweetest,
hark;
Someone's sighing in the dark,
In the dark, in the dew!"
In the dark, in the dew,
All my heart cries out to you,
As I cast it at
your feet,
Sweet indeed, but not too sweet;
Wondering will you hear it
beat,
Beat for you, and bleed for you,
In the dark, in the dew!
Mary Newmarch Prescott [1849-1888]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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