You Bid Me Make a Book

You bid me make a book of dreams and won me, as we walked

Among the lilies of the field, and touched me, as we talked

 

You bid me, love what could be loved beneath your loveless sun

And loved me for the love I lost, and for the faith, I won

 

You bid me make a book of dreams and knew that I would weep

In beauties that I could not see and vows I would not keep.