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 Betrothed

By Norman Gale

HE is mine in the day, She is mine in the dusk; She is virgin as dawn, And as fragrant as musk.

And the wood on the hill Is the home where we meet— O, the coming of eve, It is marvellous sweet!

To my satisfied heart She has flown like a dove; All her kisses are taught By the wisdom of love.

And whatever my grief There is healing, and rest, On the pear-blossom slope Of her beautiful breast.