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| The poems of Madison Cawein | ||
391
AT TWILIGHT
Once more she holds me with her pensive eyes;
Once more I feel her voice's witchery
Within my heart unfountain tears and sighs,
And fill the soul of me.
Once more I feel her voice's witchery
Within my heart unfountain tears and sighs,
And fill the soul of me.
Once more she bends a silent face above;
Once more I feel her hands' soft touches shake
My life, unbinding long-imprisoned love,
Bidding my lost dreams wake.
Once more I feel her hands' soft touches shake
My life, unbinding long-imprisoned love,
Bidding my lost dreams wake.
Once more I see her serious smile; and touch
Once more the lips of her whose kisses say—
“The night was long, and thou hast suffered much:
At last, dear heart, 't is day!”
Once more the lips of her whose kisses say—
“The night was long, and thou hast suffered much:
At last, dear heart, 't is day!”
| The poems of Madison Cawein | ||