LOVE ME LITTLE LOVE ME LONG 



Even the croaking of the frogs is music, 

 Even the creak of the wheel is song, 



Straight to my naked heart the wild birds' warble 

 Strikes in cadence, tremulously strong. 



Now the old gardener passes discreetly, 



Never upraising his guarded eyes, 

 For here, in the violets, at rest, beside me, 

 Sweet and consenting, my Loved One lies! 

 LAURENCE HOPE. 

 Stars of the Desert. 



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