Rapture
Language: English 
Is it true? or am I only dreaming?
I hold her letter, blurred with her tears,
She tells me all her hopes and fears,
Calls me to hear her own lips tell
All the love her pride concealed too well;
     For she loves me.
Hasten, oh night! away,
Melt into the crowning day,
When I shall hold her close and fast,
My love, my own at last,
     For she loves me!

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Researcher for this text: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2012-08-12
Line count: 11
Word count: 71