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EUDELE.
The soft wind moved the curtain's fold,
And rippled her gold waves of hair,
While like some voiceless lily's lip,
Touched by a gentle whiff of air,
Moved as by inward melody,
Her lips were trembling with a prayer,
Which lark-like soared from out this world of sin.
“To-morrow,” and she raised her eyes,
“I'll walk with Christ in Paradise.”
And thro' the window came the Twilight in.
And rippled her gold waves of hair,
While like some voiceless lily's lip,
Touched by a gentle whiff of air,
Moved as by inward melody,
Her lips were trembling with a prayer,
Which lark-like soared from out this world of sin.
“To-morrow,” and she raised her eyes,
“I'll walk with Christ in Paradise.”
And thro' the window came the Twilight in.
The soft wind moved the curtain's fold,
And cooled her cheek with kisses faint;
And as she lay upon the bed,
The curls that clustered o'er her head
Were like the halo of a saint.
A light was breaking on her lips,
Like that which tinges mountain tips
At death of August days;
While with her on the pillow lay
The golden parasites of day—
The sunset's amber rays.
The flowers closed their eyelids up;
The harebell and the butter-cup,
The tulip and the sun-struck jessamine.
With whispered sighs and dainty feet,
The evening zephyrs tripped about;
Then, as a flower yields its sweet,
A pure spirit flitted out,
And thro' the window came the Twilight in.
And cooled her cheek with kisses faint;
And as she lay upon the bed,
The curls that clustered o'er her head
Were like the halo of a saint.
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Like that which tinges mountain tips
At death of August days;
While with her on the pillow lay
The golden parasites of day—
The sunset's amber rays.
The flowers closed their eyelids up;
The harebell and the butter-cup,
The tulip and the sun-struck jessamine.
With whispered sighs and dainty feet,
The evening zephyrs tripped about;
Then, as a flower yields its sweet,
A pure spirit flitted out,
And thro' the window came the Twilight in.
We hid her in a green retreat,
With daisies at her heart and feet,
To guard her with sweet eyes;
And when we weep Eudele as dead,
We smile to think of what she said
Of “Christ” and “Paradise”—
Of that far sphere where neither sin
Nor sombre Twilight enter in.
With daisies at her heart and feet,
To guard her with sweet eyes;
And when we weep Eudele as dead,
We smile to think of what she said
Of “Christ” and “Paradise”—
Of that far sphere where neither sin
Nor sombre Twilight enter in.
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