Poems of emotional love, and other poems . our if your lips but softly I might sweetness, dear, I, knowing, miss so much-Twould bring me peace. 36 POEMS OF EMOTIONAL LOVE BETWEEN THE SUNLIGHT AND THE DEW In the evening when the shadows flit above among the treesAnd the sun sinks slowly down toward his home beyond the seas,Oft I sit in idle fancy and I half-way close my eyesWhile the god of necromancy weaves strange visions in the skies. I see faces that are fairer than the flowers Eden grew,I see jewels that are rarer than King Solomon eer knew,And the faintest, sweetest m
Poems of emotional love, and other poems . our if your lips but softly I might sweetness, dear, I, knowing, miss so much-Twould bring me peace. 36 POEMS OF EMOTIONAL LOVE BETWEEN THE SUNLIGHT AND THE DEW In the evening when the shadows flit above among the treesAnd the sun sinks slowly down toward his home beyond the seas,Oft I sit in idle fancy and I half-way close my eyesWhile the god of necromancy weaves strange visions in the skies. I see faces that are fairer than the flowers Eden grew,I see jewels that are rarer than King Solomon eer knew,And the faintest, sweetest music fills the quiet, balmy air,While innumerable fairies lightly dance about my chair. Many friends come back to visit and converse in voices lowAnd recall the things that happened in the days of long are full of life and joyful, there are some morose and sad;Some would rank among the angels, others class among the bad. Tis a sort of retrospective or kaleidoscopic viewWhich I get among the branches twixt the sunlight andthe dew,. In the Evenintr when the Shadows Fht Aliout Amonir the Trees AND OTHER POEMS 39 And from out the long procession that gUdes by me and away,There is only one who has the bold temerity to stay. She, with all her old assurance and her ever-winning grace,Stands persistently before me with a smile upon her face,And that smile would lure the godlike out of heaven into hell,Tis no wonder I, a weakling, to its charms a victim fell. And I reach into the gloaming and I touch her slenderhand And talk of things that no one else could ever under-stand ; Things the ignoramus classes in the catalogue of sin. And we bask in reminiscence til the dampness drivesme in. Ah! if only I could see her in reality, not in the evening shadows very near her presence seemsAs I watch the hazv phantoms of the past glide slowlv by While the god of necromancy weaves strange visions in the skv. 40 POEMS OF EMOTIONAL LOVE THE FIRST vSWEETHEART One afternoon
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