If all of life were a day, love,
Thou shouldst be light of it,
Sparkle and bright of it,
Fair in thine eyes as the blossoms are spun,
Sweet in thy voice as the rivulets run;
Bound in the lure of thee,
Happily sure of thee,
Oh, when life is a day, love,
Thou art my sun!
If all of life were a night, love,
Thou shouldst he part of it,
Centre and heart of it,
Deep in the dark of thine eyes and thy hair,
Deep in thy mystery, deep the despair
Failing thee, finding thee,
Loosing thee, binding thee;
Oh, if life were a night, love,--
What should I care?