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LOVE'S SINGER. VI. Glamour
Out of my window I looked last night;
Under my window the world lay white.
Strong black shadows marked bush and tree,
And I wondered long how this change might be—
Had the snow stolen on us when none could see?
Under my window the world lay white.
Strong black shadows marked bush and tree,
And I wondered long how this change might be—
Had the snow stolen on us when none could see?
Whiter and whiter the wonder grew,
And the magic of moonlight at last I knew;
With her ghostly light she had mocked the snow,
And the sleeping houses would never know
That the streets beneath them lay glamoured so.
And the magic of moonlight at last I knew;
With her ghostly light she had mocked the snow,
And the sleeping houses would never know
That the streets beneath them lay glamoured so.
And I thought, as I looked at the street grown strange,
How the face of the world with a dream can change,
How love, like the moon that I could not see,
Makes whiter and fairer than snow can be
My thought of my lover, his thought of me.
How the face of the world with a dream can change,
How love, like the moon that I could not see,
Makes whiter and fairer than snow can be
My thought of my lover, his thought of me.
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