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TWELVE HOURS APART.
"Then fly through the glitter and mirth
As a Bird of Paradise:"
Nay, the waters I drink have touched the earth;
I breathe no summer of spice.
As a Bird of Paradise:"
Nay, the waters I drink have touched the earth;
I breathe no summer of spice.
"Then———"Hush: if I go at all,
(It will make them stare and shrink,
It will look so strange at a Fancy Ball)
I will go as———Myself, I think!
(It will make them stare and shrink,
It will look so strange at a Fancy Ball)
I will go as———Myself, I think!
TWELVE HOURS APART.
He loved me. But he loved, likewise,
This morning's world in bloom and wings;
Ah, does he love the world that lies
In dampness, whispering shadowy things,
Under this little band of moon?
This morning's world in bloom and wings;
Ah, does he love the world that lies
In dampness, whispering shadowy things,
Under this little band of moon?
He loves me? Will he fail to see
A phantom hand has touched my hair
(And wavered, withering, over me)
To leave a subtle greyness there,
Below the outer shine of June?
A phantom hand has touched my hair
(And wavered, withering, over me)
To leave a subtle greyness there,
Below the outer shine of June?
