Celia Thaxter

Song

LOVE, art thou weary with the sultry day?
    Fain would I be the cool and delicate air
About the whiteness of thy brow to play,
    And softly, lightly stir thy cloudy hair.
 
Upon thy head doth the fierce winter smite,
    And shudderest thou in darkness cold to be?
I would I were the coming of the light,
    Shelter, and radiant warmth to comfort thee.
 
I would be fire and fragrance, light and air,
    All gracious things that serve thee at thy need;
Music, to lift thy heart above all care;
    The wise and charming book that thou dost read.
 
There is no power that cheers and blesses thee
    But I do envy it, beneath the sun!
Thy health, thy rest, thy refuge I would be;
    Thy heaven on earth, thine every good in one.
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