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A LADY'S HAND.
It is the same bright fairy dress
That robes thy beauteous form;
And with the same unstartled grace
Thou gazest o'er the storm;
The same mysterious hour,
Now girdles round us twain;
Lay then, in this same bower,
Thy hand on me again.
That robes thy beauteous form;
And with the same unstartled grace
Thou gazest o'er the storm;
The same mysterious hour,
Now girdles round us twain;
Lay then, in this same bower,
Thy hand on me again.
Thy hand on me, again, lady!
All man's world sleepeth still;
And God hath given the rein, lady!
To his world's passionate will;—
See how the lightnings leap, lady!
Over the rocks, and the main;
Oh! lay, while all men sleep, lady!
Thy hand on me again.
All man's world sleepeth still;
And God hath given the rein, lady!
To his world's passionate will;—
See how the lightnings leap, lady!
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Oh! lay, while all men sleep, lady!
Thy hand on me again.
The storm around us rife,
Befits the storm that then
Will rise amidst my life,
With the same wild joy as when,
At this same midnight hour,
When thus raged heaven and main,
In this same secret bower,
Thy hand did not refrain.
Befits the storm that then
Will rise amidst my life,
With the same wild joy as when,
At this same midnight hour,
When thus raged heaven and main,
In this same secret bower,
Thy hand did not refrain.
On me again that hand! lady!
Nearer the thunder peals;
The chains on my heart disband, lady!
Now, now while nature reels,
While sleeps all life like the grave, lady!
But ours, and the hurricane,—
While now thou mayst yet save, lady!
Thy hand on me again!
Nearer the thunder peals;
The chains on my heart disband, lady!
Now, now while nature reels,
While sleeps all life like the grave, lady!
But ours, and the hurricane,—
While now thou mayst yet save, lady!
Thy hand on me again!
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