The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 67, May, 1863 by Various
page 47 of 276 (17%)
page 47 of 276 (17%)
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"Thy beauty, like a star
Whose life is light, Shines on me from afar. And on the night. "Each midnight blossom bends With sweetest weight, And to thy casement sends Its fragrant freight. "Each, air that faintly curls About thy nest Its daring pinion furls Within thy breast. "The night is spread for thee, The heavens are wide, And the dark earth's mystery Is magnified. "For thee the garden waits, The hours delay, The fountains toss their jets Of shimmering spray. "Then leave thy dim delight In dreams above, Come forth, and crown the night With her I love!" |
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