Some songs and verses . |ANNED by the breath of roses in the airMy brain lets go her moorings» and I feelMy bark slip downward on the velvet stream of through my senses drowsily there stealsThe restful murmur of soft waves upon the shore. The lazy ships that pass, their sails sun-kissed, Arc woven from the warp of Fancys loom. Upon this stream, that bears in sweet content Both sad and joyous hearts, 1 rest serene. Oh blessed sleep! Oh blessed visions! Ye Are but the touch of angels wings upon the brow. 63 LAST NIGHT J J NLY last night, your eyes upon me beaming,Brought back the radia
Some songs and verses . |ANNED by the breath of roses in the airMy brain lets go her moorings» and I feelMy bark slip downward on the velvet stream of through my senses drowsily there stealsThe restful murmur of soft waves upon the shore. The lazy ships that pass, their sails sun-kissed, Arc woven from the warp of Fancys loom. Upon this stream, that bears in sweet content Both sad and joyous hearts, 1 rest serene. Oh blessed sleep! Oh blessed visions! Ye Are but the touch of angels wings upon the brow. 63 LAST NIGHT J J NLY last night, your eyes upon me beaming,Brought back the radiance of Summer skies, * Only last night, upon your fond heart dreaming, 1 found again Loves rapturous paradise. 64. A VALENTINE i Y sweetheart! My valentine!I would send a little line,Full of thoughts I cant express;But I think this little tressLately severed, may find speech To tell thee, more than words can teach, Of the days that come and go. And the heart that loves thee so. It will say, This weary headFinds Thy heart its softest bed,And when pillowed on Thy breastEver feels its sweetest rest;How it aches for Thy caress,Thy dear voice of the kisses of Thy as dew-drops after drought. It will say, The written letterMay be sweet; but speech is better; 65 66 AVaclentifve And thy pictures on my wallAre but shadows after ailDull, and cold, and the room seems empty, sweet;Enter thou, thy radiant faceFills with sunshine all the space. Oh! to feel this silence brokenBy a word thy lips have spoken,Would be like the glorious wakingWhen the early dawn is breaking,And the lark thats heavenward wingingFills the universe with our hearts leap up to hearThe
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