LOOK, dearest, how the golden glow,
Gleams, through the trellised vine
Chequering with light and shade, the way,
Before thy feet, and mine
So, on our path of parted life,
When clouds shut out the day,
Love's lucid intervals fall in,
As here, the sunbeams play.And could our linked and loving feet,
Together, walk through life,
This beating breast, these clasping arms,
Thy home, my more than wife;
How would the clouds, about our path,
Be fleckered with the day
And gleams of love's own golden light,
Chequer life's trellised way!
Project Canterbury