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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Longing
By Elisabeth, Queen of Roumania (Carmen Sylva) (1843–1916)
 
I LONG to feel thy little arm’s embrace,
  Thy little silver-sounding voice to hear;
I long for thy warm kisses on my face,
  And for thy birdlike carol, blithe and clear.
 
I long for every childish, loving word;        5
  And for thy little footsteps, fairy light,
That hither, thither moved, and ever stirred
  My heart with them to gladness infinite.
 
And for thy hair I long—that halo blest
  Hanging in golden glory round thy brow.        10
My child, can aught such longing lull to rest?
  Nay, heaven’s bliss alone can end it now.
 
 
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