Lovers

A. Mary F. Robinson

1857 to 1944

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So glad am I, my only Love,
So glad that I could fly
Above the clouds and far enough—
Join hands, and let us try!

We'll watch the world that spins below
Amid a mist of stars;
Along the milky way we'll go
Towards the heavenly bars.

And, smiling soft at one another,
Sweet angels looking o'er
Shall cry, "These lovers love each other;
Never were such before!"