Soft is my lover's hand to hold; <br />I weep, it is so light! <br />The blood-red crown has turned to gold; <br />The moon is up and day is night. <br /> <br />Cattails down the rushing streams <br />Where lovers are gently caressing; <br />They travail o're the world to dream <br />A nightmare of curses and blessings. <br /> <br />Pearls fall from the sky, my love, <br />The stream is filled with down; <br />Come away with me, my love, <br />And wear your golden crown.<br /><br />Samuel Hardman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-lover-s-hand/
