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III
Then dawned a mood of musing thoughtfulness;
As if he doubted whether he could bless
Her wayward spirit, through each fickle hour,
With love's serenity of flawless power,
Or she remain a vision, as when first
She came to soothe his fancy all athirst.
As if he doubted whether he could bless
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With love's serenity of flawless power,
Or she remain a vision, as when first
She came to soothe his fancy all athirst.
FOURTH OPAL
We were alone: the perfumed night,
Moonlighted, like a flower
Grew round us and exhaled delight
To bless that one sweet hour.
Moonlighted, like a flower
Grew round us and exhaled delight
To bless that one sweet hour.
You stood where, 'mid the white and gold,
The rose-fire through the gloom
Touched hair and cheek and garment's fold
With soft, ethereal bloom.
The rose-fire through the gloom
Touched hair and cheek and garment's fold
With soft, ethereal bloom.
And when the vision seemed to swerve,
'T was but the flickering shine
That gave new grace, a lovelier curve,
To every dream-like line.
'T was but the flickering shine
That gave new grace, a lovelier curve,
To every dream-like line.
O perfect vision! Form and face
Of womanhood complete!
O rare ideal to embrace
And hold, from head to feet!
Of womanhood complete!
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And hold, from head to feet!
Could I so hold you ever—could
Your eye still catch the glow
Of mine—it were an endless good:
Together we should grow
Your eye still catch the glow
Of mine—it were an endless good:
Together we should grow
One perfect picture of our love! ...
Alas, the embers old
Fell, and the moonlight fell, above—
Dim, shattered, vapor-cold.
Alas, the embers old
Fell, and the moonlight fell, above—
Dim, shattered, vapor-cold.
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