Frank Dempster Sherman: Love's Springtide

Love's Springtide

Frank Dempster Sherman

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!