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Love Songs
Come
Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of
Spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
Come with lips that
long to cling.
Come, for life is a frail moth flying,
Caught in the web of the
years that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager,
Will be as the
gray stones in the grass.
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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