 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
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LIKE THAT SOFT LUSTRE
Like that soft lustre on the [deep?]
When day and night have met
Or flowers which winds have bent and keep
Their beauty yet,
When day and night have met
Or flowers which winds have bent and keep
Their beauty yet,
Like showers that fall from sunlit clouds
Upon a sunlit earth,
Like that bright bow which takes from light,
And gloom its birth,
Upon a sunlit earth,
Like that bright bow which takes from light,
And gloom its birth,
The glance which trembles in thine eye
Appears to borrow,
Its hue from both extremes and shifts
From joy to sorrow
Appears to borrow,
Its hue from both extremes and shifts
From joy to sorrow
It cannot be that thou hast known
Night posts [?] in tears, not sleep—
Yet why? the loveliest flowers have tears
And skies must weep.
Night posts [?] in tears, not sleep—
Yet why? the loveliest flowers have tears
And skies must weep.
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