In the cool-cool-cool of the morning
When the sun’s low-low in the sky,
I am up-up-up and I’m writing,
And I’m high-high-high, very high!
There’s a click, chick, click of a blackbird,
There’s a coo-coo-coo of a dove,
And my pen’s down-down, and it’s writing
Words of love-love-love for my love!
There’s a strong-strong flame on my paper,
How it turns not to ash I can’t say;
But there’s no-no-no, no mistaking
It is high love’s flight all the way!
There’s a step-step-step I am stepping,
There’s an ope-ope-ope, open door;
There’s a song so soft I am singing
In the ears of the dear I adore.
Is she sleep-sleep-sleep, is she sleeping?
Is there slight blink wink of her eye?
She’s awake wake-wake, I am thinking,
So I sing proud loud very high!
She is turn-turn-turn, she is turning—
What a spring-wing play on her lips!
While a sun-beam shoots, and is burning
On the buds of her loved fingertips!
She is there, right there! She is waiting;
I am here, right here! Till I fall!
And I win my win—no debating;
And I have-hold-have, have it all!