Love My Love in the Morning: Gerald Griffin

I love my love in the morning,

For she like morn is fair -

Her blushing cheek, its crimson streak,

Its clouds her golden hair.

Her glance, its beam, so soft and kind;

Her tears, its dewy showers;

And her voice, the tender whispering wind

That stirs the early bowers. 

I love my love in the morning,

I love my love at noon,

For she is bright as the lord of light,

Yet mild as autumn's moon;

Her beauty is my bosom's sun,

Her faith my fostering shade,

And I will love my darling one,

Till even the sun shall fade. 

I love my love in the morning,

I love my love at eve;

Her smile's soft play is like the ray

That lights the western heaven;

I loved her when the sun was high,

I loved her when she rose;

But best of all when evening's sigh

Was murmuring at its close.