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THE IVORY GATE.
Beautiful, burning eyes, that I have prayed to forget,
Why do you trouble my dreams? Why do you haunt me yet?
Lit, as of old, by love that shone in the vanished years
Through a mist, that else were hidden,—a lustre of happy tears,
Why do you trouble my dreams? Why do you haunt me yet?
Lit, as of old, by love that shone in the vanished years
Through a mist, that else were hidden,—a lustre of happy tears,
Lovely and laughing eyes, that I have prayed to forget,
Why do you vex my visions? Why do you haunt me yet?
Bright as of old with laughter that rippled o'er every look,
As the wayward sunbeams ripple o'er a dancing woodland brook?
Why do you vex my visions? Why do you haunt me yet?
Bright as of old with laughter that rippled o'er every look,
As the wayward sunbeams ripple o'er a dancing woodland brook?
Deep—dark—dreamy eyes, that I have prayed to forget,
Why do you break my slumber? Why do you haunt me yet?
Rapt as of old from earth, again you try to forecast
The joys of a happy future—now only a shattered past.
Why do you break my slumber? Why do you haunt me yet?
Rapt as of old from earth, again you try to forecast
The joys of a happy future—now only a shattered past.
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Sweet eyes, I scarcely marvel that you should pursue me yet,
For the soul in dreams remembers what it has prayed to forget,
Is wreathed in flowers of joyaunce, when it should be garbed in care,—
Forgets what it should remember, and hopes when it should despair.
For the soul in dreams remembers what it has prayed to forget,
Is wreathed in flowers of joyaunce, when it should be garbed in care,—
Forgets what it should remember, and hopes when it should despair.
'Tis vain, bright eyes, I cannot—I know not how to forget;
Love laughs at the lapse of ages; I love you, I love you yet.
Oh! come to me in my visions: I will bear for the brief delight
The cold grey dawn that glimmers after the dreams of night.
Love laughs at the lapse of ages; I love you, I love you yet.
Oh! come to me in my visions: I will bear for the brief delight
The cold grey dawn that glimmers after the dreams of night.
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