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"Untitled (love poem)"

Attributed to Maud Rees Sherman
(apparently unpublished)

I hear the seagull calling
A clear call to its mate,
And she comes swiftly winging
Without a moment's wait.
And if I call like that to you,
A call that's clear and ringing
Will you, like him, come near me too
And set my heart a-ringing?

I hear two deer come stepping
So gently through the bush
Their eyes with wonder shining
Amid the shadowy hush.
But will you see quite through the trees
When on the road you're hiking
To where I am - my darling, please
To set my heart a-singing?

I hear the water lapping
With soft lips on the shore
As with movements sweet and clinging
It could not bear to journey more
Now as your lips caress me
While to you my love I'm giving
Oh I'm glad you came and found me
And set my heart a-singing.

I hear the whistle blowing
As the boat is gone from sight
And I hear its lonely echoing
In the still dark night
I'm lonely til you cross the main
'Neath the bright stars twinkling
To hold me to your heart again
And set my heart a-ringing.

I heard the engines roaring
As the planes flew overhead
Heard fewer craft returning
And mourned my comrades dead.
But now the conflict's over
And I am homeward winging
A saddened yet hopeful lover
To keep our hearts a-singing.

I heard the postman knocking
With your letter in his hand
And its I am truly wishing
That I can only understand
For the memories that we share
Surely still our hearts are linking
And you know that I'm the one who'll care
To keep your heart a-singing.



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