MY darling, your grace And the bloom of your face Are sweet as of Sharon the roses, ... And a radiance rare Illumines your hair As verdure where moonlight reposes; And your cadence is low As Jordan's still flow When twilight day's revelry closes. My darling, your blush Is like morning's full flush When over Mount Hermon he's scaling, And the dream in your eye Is like Galilee's sky When only one cloudlet is sailing, And the lure of your smile My sadness beguile And raise me from doubting and failing. |