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[O full of all delicious dews]
O full of all delicious dews
Of sorrow, born of shadow'd springs,
Keeping the love-blooms in thy heart
Fresh to their morning hues:
Of sorrow, born of shadow'd springs,
Keeping the love-blooms in thy heart
Fresh to their morning hues:
O thro' whose life creeps many a grade
Of darkness from thy central gloom,
Making the light within thy face
Only a lesser shade:
Of darkness from thy central gloom,
Making the light within thy face
Only a lesser shade:
O in whose eyes, thro' changeless years,
The sweet sad waters, curtain'd in
By drooping lids, unshed, unseen,
Yet not the less are tears:
The sweet sad waters, curtain'd in
By drooping lids, unshed, unseen,
Yet not the less are tears:
I would thou didst not always dream—
Like fair wing-folded angel, bathed
Full bosom-deep in rosy clouds,
Chanting a requiem—
Like fair wing-folded angel, bathed
Full bosom-deep in rosy clouds,
Chanting a requiem—
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I would thou didst not dream for aye
Thus on the threshold of my heart,
Mute and impalpable and grave,
Keeping all else away!...
Thus on the threshold of my heart,
Mute and impalpable and grave,
Keeping all else away!...
O no! I never wish'd thee hence:
I close my blurr'd mimosa-leaves
To any breath but thine: I pray,
‘O hush this wailing sense
I close my blurr'd mimosa-leaves
To any breath but thine: I pray,
‘O hush this wailing sense
Of doubt, and from the lintel-tree
Move wholly inwards, love, and there
Abide for ever in the light
That burns, awaiting thee!’
Move wholly inwards, love, and there
Abide for ever in the light
That burns, awaiting thee!’
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