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Yield but thy love to me

by Robert Nathaniel Dett

0.4617 − 0.9219i

Drawing the boundary…

Clover

by John Banister Tabb

0.3783 − 0.9008i

Drawing the boundary…

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Yield but thy love to me

by Robert Nathaniel Dett

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not ask to be
A king o'er empires great. Thy love
Were realm enough for me.

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not fear to be
Wrapped cold in Death; Death in thy love
Were living joy to me.

Yield but thy love to me
And I'll not wish to be
In Paradise. Life in thy love
Were Heav'n itself to me.

Clover

by John Banister Tabb

Little masters, hat in hand
Let me in your presence stand,
Till your silence solve for me
This your threefold mystery.

Tell me—for I long to know—
How, in darkness there below,
Was your fairy fabric spun,
Spread and fashioned, three in one.

Did your gossips gold and blue,
Sky and Sunshine, choose for you,
Ere your triple forms were seen,
Suited liveries of green?

Can ye,—if ye dwelt indeed
Captives of a prison seed,—
Like the Genie, once again
Get you back into the grain?

Little masters, may I stand
In your presence, hat in hand,
Waiting till you solve for me
This your threefold mystery?

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