Darling, my darling, my heart is on the wing, <br />It flies to thee this morning like a bird, <br />Like happy birds in springtime my spirits soar and sing, <br />The same sweet song thine ears have often heard. <br /> <br />The sun is in my window, the shadow on the lea, <br />The wind is moving in the branches green, <br />And all my life, my darling, is turning unto thee, <br />And kneeling at thy feet, my own, my queen. <br /> <br />The golden bells are ringing across the distant hill, <br />Their merry peals come to me soft and clear, <br />But in my heart's deep chapel all incense-filled and still <br />A sweeter bell is sounding for thee, dear. <br /> <br />The bell of love invites thee to come and seek the shrine <br />Whose altar is erected unto thee, <br />The offerings, the sacrifice, the prayers, the chants are thine, <br />And I, my love, thy humble priest will be.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-song-of-love/
