Betrothed

Betrothed

By

Norman Gale

SHE is mine in the day,
    She is mine in the dusk;
She is virgin as dawn,
    And as fragrant as musk.

And the wood on the hill
    Is the home where we meet—
O, the coming of eve,
    It is marvellous sweet!

To my satisfied heart
    She has flown like a dove;
All her kisses are taught
    By the wisdom of love.

And whatever my grief
    There is healing, and rest,
On the pear-blossom slope
    Of her beautiful breast.





MLA citation: Gale, Norman. "Betrothed." The Yellow Book 2 (July 1894): 227. The Yellow Nineties Online. Ed. Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra. Ryerson University, 2010. Web. [Date of access]. http://www.1890s.ca/HTML.aspx?s=YBV2_gale_betrothed.html