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INVOCATION
Now eve is floating into night.
Come, Fragrance! be yourself the light
To make this shadowed study bright.
Come, Fragrance! be yourself the light
To make this shadowed study bright.
Out of my room—I know not when,
Being held the like of nebulous men
Who drift from voice and book and pen—
Being held the like of nebulous men
Who drift from voice and book and pen—
Stole the young Sweetness loved by me
As hedge and cloverfield agree
In June to love the bridal bee.
As hedge and cloverfield agree
In June to love the bridal bee.
Rousing, I listened for the stir
Of needles clicking over fur
But half-alive with throbs of purr.
Of needles clicking over fur
But half-alive with throbs of purr.
Thereon I rose and called the name
That took, when first the fancy came,
Your breast with leaps, your throat with flame.
That took, when first the fancy came,
Your breast with leaps, your throat with flame.
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Dull showed the velvet of your chair;
Perished my hope to gather there
With looks the blossoming of your hair.
Perished my hope to gather there
With looks the blossoming of your hair.
Dusk, weary at the windowsill,
And fretted not to have her fill
Of loveliness, is sighing still.
And fretted not to have her fill
Of loveliness, is sighing still.
Dead be the stay of clock and door!
In bud from head to foot, restore
The sweetness gone by bringing more!
In bud from head to foot, restore
The sweetness gone by bringing more!
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