by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Because thou art
Language: English 
My life has grown so dear to me
Because of thee.
My maiden with the eyes demure
And quiet mouth and forehead pure,
Joy makes a summer in my heart,
Because thou art.
The very winds melodious be
Because of thee.
The rose is sweeter for thy sake,
The waves in softer music break,
On brighter wings the swallows dart,
Because thou art.
Joy makes a summer in my heart,
On brighter wings the swallows dart,
All things in my delight have part,
Because thou art.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 86