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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

VIII. Wedded Love

“O, lay thy hand in mine, dear!”

Gerald Massey (1828–1907)

O, LAY thy hand in mine, dear!

We ’re growing old;

But Time hath brought no sign, dear,

That hearts grow cold.

’T is long, long since our new love

Made life divine;

But age enricheth true love,

Like noble wine.

And lay thy cheek to mine, dear,

And take thy rest;

Mine arms around thee twine, dear,

And make thy nest.

A many cares are pressing

On this dear head;

But Sorrow’s hands in blessing

Are surely laid.

O, lean thy life on mine, dear!

’T will shelter thee.

Thou wert a winsome vine, dear,

On my young tree:

And so, till boughs are leafless,

And songbirds flown,

We ’ll twine, then lay us, griefless,

Together down.