X is for Expecting

X is for Expecting written by William Henry Davies

From "A Poet's Alphabet", 1925

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Come, come, my Love, the morning waits,
What magic now shall greet our sight!
   What butterflies
   Before our eyes
Shall vanish in the open light!

Come, while the Sun has power to strike
Our household fires all dead and cold!
   How softly now
   The wind can blow -
When carrying off a field of gold!

Come, when behind some leafy hedge
We'll see a snow-white, new-born lamb
   No man has set
   His eyes on yet -
Where it lies sleeping near its dam.

Come, come, my Love, the morning waits,
The Sun is high, the dew has gone!
   The air's as bright
   As though the light
Of twelve May mornings came in one.

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