Excerpt from The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder And I like, too, the cloak I saw her wear, And the red scarf that her white neck doth cover, And well I like the door that she comes through; I like the riband that doth bind her hair But then, in truth, I am that lady's lover, And every new day there is something new.

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