Three Days



I.

It was a wild and lonely hill,
    And in the long grass at my feet
That spot is dear for Honor's sake:
You lay: the breeze was almost still,
    Poising on airy wings, and sweet
With clover breath of resting cows;
The light fell softly through the boughs;
That light was dear for dear Love's sake:
'T was there our hearts began to wake.

II.

We watched the summer sun arise,
    Standing together on the lawn;
Then turned, and in each other's eyes
    We gazed to watch another dawn.
We felt the radiance of the sun—;
Our day of love was just begun:
That day was sweet for sweet Pain's sake:
'T was there our hearts began to ache.

III.

They call the old wood Fairy-land:
    I know we lovers loitered there:
'T was nightfall; we were hand in hand;
    While distant thunder stirred the air.
Your trembling tones were low and deep;
We smiled, we laughed -- lest we should weep;
Then -- parted, for dear Honor's sake:
For Honor's sake -- for Honor's sake:
That spot is dear for Honor's sake:
That spot is dear for Honor's sake:
That spot is dear for Honor's sake:
'T was there our hearts began to break.



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From Joy, and Other Poems, by Danske Dandridge. Second Edition. New York and London: G.P. Putnam's Sons - Knickerbocker Press, 1900.