How shall I Sing of Thee

How shall I sing of thee, my love,

What shall I sing of thee;

Shall I sing you’re from heavens above

For that’s what you seem to me.

Shall I sing you’re the lotus born

Such seems to be thy beauty

Which lingers on e’en when you’re gone And which brings such bliss to me

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You’re my rising sun, my waxing moon. You’re the stars that blaze all night; You’re the one that holds me in a swoon The picture of all that’s bright

You’re the weather vane of all my moods That in my dark brings light;

You’re the symphony sans interludes

The score of life’s delights.

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Now ere the dawn when the hour breaks, The darkest of the night;

And the whispering moon serenades

A song of shivering delight;

I reach for you and in your arms

I find banished my blight;

And feel descending a balming calm That soothes away my fright.

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And when my ship’s on stormy seas, And I hear the tempest’s roar;

You set your sail upon the lees,

And sail me safe to shore;

And in my desert barren patch

You’re the sweetest rose that blow:

The heaven’s angel earth did snatch

To bless her brood below

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Thus shall I sing, I’ll never forsake,

The love I have for thee:

And though my heart’s own lyre would break I’ll always yearn for thee;

And scale the mount no matter how steep To reach my destiny.

For within your sweet bosom sleep My dreams in eternity.