Frank Dempster Sherman: Love's Springtide
My heart was winter-bound until I heard you sing; O voice of Love, hush not, but fill My life with Spring!
My hopes were homeless things before I saw your eyes; O smile of Love, close not the door To paradise!
My dreams were bitter once, and then I found them bliss; O lips of Love, give me again Your rose to kiss!
Springtide of Love! The secret sweet Is ours alone; O heart of Love, at last you beat Against my own!