A Lilt of Tears

by Olive Eleanor Custance
Sing me a song, my Sweet!
Not too sad — not too gay —
Sing how glad hours fly fleet
Like yesterday. ...

Play me a tune, my dear,
Not too soft — not too loud —
Life's discords hover near ...
Love's head is bowed. ...

Dance me a dance to-night!
Not too swift — not too slow —
Dance in the mystic light,
The fire's red glow ...

Comfort me with a kiss ...
Lips to lips clinging long ...
This is the end I wis
Of dance and song.
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