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THE FRAGRANT NIGHT.
Some “perfumed night” of summer shall be ours
If not on earth, then in the spirit-land;
Lo! I shall take thee, smiling, by the hand,
And draw thee towards love's soft eternal bowers.
Before us great white heavenly buds expand,
Not dashed and splashed by earthly thunder-showers—
A meeting waits us which no parting sours—
A haven, far beyond life's desert-sand.
If not on earth, then in the spirit-land;
Lo! I shall take thee, smiling, by the hand,
And draw thee towards love's soft eternal bowers.
Before us great white heavenly buds expand,
Not dashed and splashed by earthly thunder-showers—
A meeting waits us which no parting sours—
A haven, far beyond life's desert-sand.
Oh, grand the calm pure heavenly blossoms there,
And glad their fragrance, and divine the air,
And tender the mute yearning in our eyes:
O queen of all my deep and passionate heart,
In that soft bower we meet no more to part,
Joined utterly beneath the starry skies.
And glad their fragrance, and divine the air,
And tender the mute yearning in our eyes:
O queen of all my deep and passionate heart,
In that soft bower we meet no more to part,
Joined utterly beneath the starry skies.
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