 | Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne |  |
THE LOTOS.
Drooping in the sunlit streams,
We are wrapped all day in dreams;
We are wrapped all day in dreams;
Morn and noon and evening light
Robed for us in garbs of night.
Robed for us in garbs of night.
Only when the moon appears
Through a silvery mist of tears,
Through a silvery mist of tears,
From the waters dark and still,
We arise to drink our fill
We arise to drink our fill
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Of the tender love he sleds
On our fair enamored heads.
On our fair enamored heads.
Ah! no longer wrapped in dreams,
How we pant beneath his beams!
How we pant beneath his beams!
How, with breath of softest sighs,
We unclose our yearning eyes,
We unclose our yearning eyes,
And our snowy necks in pride
Curve about the glittering tide!
Curve about the glittering tide!
Warmth for warmth and kiss for kiss,
All our pulses burn with bliss,
All our pulses burn with bliss,
Till revealed our inmost charms
Glowing in the night-god's arms.
Glowing in the night-god's arms.
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