Op. 15, No. 4

Summer's Tryst

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
Or my own hands can write another word,
So long my tongue is able to run free
And all my words are able to be heard,
I shall love thee. In all the binds and chains
The language is subject to, I shall sing
In whispers to thine ears my own refrains
Of happiness that make thee everything.
So long as thou shalt draw a laughing tear
Or fall into this breast that holds my heart,
Thou art my joy, my mind, my lady dear.
And in this act shall we two play the part:
The tenderness that makes the whole earth ours
And the love that moves the sun and stars.