The Book of the Native

by Charles G.D. Roberts


Trysting Song


       Dear! Dear!
As the night draws nigh draw near.
    The world’s forgotten;
       Work is done;
    The hour for loving
       Is begun.

       Sweet! Sweet!
It is love-time when we meet.
    The hush of desire
       Falls with the dew,

    And all the evening
       Turns to you.

       Child! Child!
With the warm heart wise and wild.
    My spirit trembles

       Under your hand;
    You look in my eyes
       And understand.

       Mine! Mine!
Mistress of mood divine.

    What lore of the ages
       Bids you know
    The heart of a man
       Can love you so?