What the Bullet Sang

O joy of creation To be! O rapture to fly And be free! Be the battle lost or won, Though its smoke shall hide the sun, I shall find my love,—the one Born for me! I shall know him where he stands, All alone, With the power in his hands Not o’erthrown; I shall know him by his face, By his godlike front and grace; I shall hold him for a space, All my own! It is he—O my love! So bold! It is I—all thy love Foretold! It is I. O love! what bliss! Dost thou answer to my kiss? O sweetheart! what is this Lieth there so cold?

Collection: 
English
Francis Bret Harte

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