Page:Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson, Hitherto unpublished, 1921.djvu/113

 I should be gone, my lady, to my love,

To kiss the sweet disparting of her hair,

If I had wings, my lady, like a dove.

If I had wings, my lady, like a dove,

This hour should see my soul at rest,

Should see me safe, my lady, with my love,

To kiss the sweet division of her breast,

If I had wings, my lady, like a dove.

For all is sweet, my lady, in my love;

Sweet hair, sweet breast and sweeter eyes

That draw my soul, my lady, like a dove

Drawn southward by the shining of the skies;

For all is sweet, my lady, in my love.

If I could die, my lady, with my love,

Die, mouth to mouth, a splendid death,

I should take wing, my lady, like a dove,

To spend upon her lips my all of breath,

If I could die, my lady, with my love. [ 99 ]