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BETROTHAL NIGHT. |
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XXVII.
BETROTHAL NIGHT.
Through golden languors of low glimmering light,Deep eyes, o'erbrimmed with passion's sacred wine,
Heart-perfumed tears—yearning towards me, shine
Like stars made lovelier by faint mists at night;
Her cheeks, sweet lilies change to roses bright,
Blown in love's realm, fed by his breath divine;
And even those virginal tremors seem the sign
Of perfect joy through love's unchallenged right:
O happy breast, that heavest soft and fair
Through silvery clouds of luminous silk and lace!
O, gracious hands, O flower-enwoven head,
O'er which hope's charm its delicate warmth has shed!
While smiles and blushes wreathe her dimpling face,
Set in the splendor of dark Orient hair!
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