 | The poetical works of William H. C. Hosmer |  |
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WITHDRAW NOT YET THAT LOOK.
Withdraw not yet that look of wildering sweetness,Or gloom will follow, as dull night the day—
Time hath a golden wing of wondrous fleetness,
When thou art near to banish grief away.
The pressure of thy snowy hand in mine
Sends an electric shiver through my frame—
Full freely would I barter wealth and fame,
Could I but gain thy love, and intertwine
Our fates together:—dim are gems compared
With light that flashes in thy soul-lit eye;
A prism would a palace seem if shared
With thee, thou star of my idolatry!
Whose radiant glances sway the troubled soul
As moonlight spells old Ocean's pulse control.
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