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INFLUENCES
From the scarlet sea of sunset,
Tossing up its waves of fire
To a floating spray of splendor,
Kindles through me mad desire
Now—now—now to call her mine!
Tossing up its waves of fire
To a floating spray of splendor,
Kindles through me mad desire
Now—now—now to call her mine!
From the ashen gray of twilight
Musings dark as shadows linger,
Slowly creeping, leave me weeping—
While in silence round my finger
That long glossy lock I twine.
Musings dark as shadows linger,
Slowly creeping, leave me weeping—
While in silence round my finger
That long glossy lock I twine.
From the holy hush of starlight
Sinks a peace upon my spirit,
And a voice of hope and patience—
All the quiet night I hear it—
Whispers, “Wait, for she is thine!”
Sinks a peace upon my spirit,
And a voice of hope and patience—
All the quiet night I hear it—
Whispers, “Wait, for she is thine!”
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