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The world is cold and gray and wet, And I am heavy-hearted, yet When I am home and look to see The place my letters wait for me, If I should find one letter there, I think I should not greatly care If it were rainy or were fair, For all the world would suddenly Seem like a festival to me.

I hid three words within my heart, That longed to fly to him, At dawn they woke me with a start, They sang till day was dim.

And now at last I let them fly, As little birds should do, And he will know the first is "I," The others "Love" and "You."

Across the twilight's violet His curtained window glimmers gold; Oh happy light that round my love Can fold.

Oh happy book within his hand, Oh happy page he glorifies, Oh happy little word beneath His eyes.