A Book of Songs for Anne Marie

I'll make a book of songs for my Anne Marie With every good beginning and every grateful end And every grateful end to close upon a world of good My arms to close upon a world of good As nature's best pretense as her sweetest lie That branch's furthest bud to reach a winter sky To reach a winter sky and close upon a world of good My arms to close upon a world of good A garden gate of arms for a fertile field I'll find a man to hold you as a fountain sealed As a fountain sealed and close upon a world of good My arms to close upon a world of good As sunlight comes to sorry stone So come, my love And take this sorriest stone of all To find a grateful place That warm and sunlit wall My arms to close upon a world of good My arms to close upon a world of good