A YOUNG MAN’S LOVE
Reading edition
If I were your sister I’d lie with you the night-long To feel your bosom’s beating; If I were your brother I’d wake you with a day-song And give a kiss as greeting; If I were your mother I’d hold you as a shut flower When the dark comes creeping; If I were your father I’d enter at the dawn-hour To look upon you, sleeping. What is there left over For me, who am your lover?