 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
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FOR YET THY CHARMS RETAIN THEIR SWAY
For yet thy charms retain their swayResistless on my bosom's throne,
Whil'st my poor influence dies away
And leaves all dark and void thine own.
Still as the Ghebers lowly bow
The image of their their [sic] God before,
When night with dark and sullen brow
Has frown'd him down the western shore
Of Heaven's vast and vaulted height,
So my true love is thine in thy affection's night.
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