Mine head upon thy lap
Love,
let me lie I am wounded and without thee I shall die
Love me,
and love me,
love Till I am well,
Gabriel
Turn on me sweetly till my soul have ease
Thine evening eyes that seem to bring forth peace
Wherefore the tender years are quick to quell,
Gabriel
Ah,
for an everlasting afternoon Lift not thine eyes,
lest sunset come too
soon With the long tolling of the vesper bell
The
sweet slow sleepy solemn sounds
that seemed like incantations half heard in a dream
or sad-eyed sirens singing some strange sea smell
Gabriel
sing me to sleep while the long shadows wane
sing to me the songs of childhood come again
with thy sweet eyes that all ill thoughts repel Gabriel
in blessing lay thine hands upon my head
oh
that with the sun set I were dead
having lived
for one sweet hour too sweet to tell Gabriel
having lived for one sweet hour too sweet to tell Gabriel
having lived for one sweet hour too sweet to tell Gabriel
living no longer than the
lingering
light
seeing thy sweet eyes slowly sink from sight
while the slant shadows sound my dying
nail Gabriel while the slant shadows sound
my dying
out