Wings
The Sunset light is on the sail,
The water all aglow,
And on the billows up and down
The boat rocks to and fro;
The birds float upward to the sky—
Oh, how I long for wings to fly!
The boat has wings, the birds have wings,
But none remain for me
Save wings of kind and loving thought
And wings of memory.
On these I come, and still repeat—
I love, I love, I love you, Sweet!