Elizabethan days . ter day;How soon we reached the Zoo and put awayOur modest trap, and in the gate we went—On this, the happiest day I ever spent! Oh, let me live again that winter day; How well I cherish every word youd say. We paused before a cage of doves, quoth you— Theyre redder breasts than hearts blood hue. Oh, let me live again that winter day;Closing time came, when we must turn looked at you, your beauty breathed in me—A vision that then and now, and always I will see! Oh, let me live again that winter day;We started homeward through the dusk so the broad boulevard
Elizabethan days . ter day;How soon we reached the Zoo and put awayOur modest trap, and in the gate we went—On this, the happiest day I ever spent! Oh, let me live again that winter day; How well I cherish every word youd say. We paused before a cage of doves, quoth you— Theyre redder breasts than hearts blood hue. Oh, let me live again that winter day;Closing time came, when we must turn looked at you, your beauty breathed in me—A vision that then and now, and always I will see! Oh, let me live again that winter day;We started homeward through the dusk so the broad boulevard bright lights were lit—I wished thered never be an end of it! Oh, let me live again that winter day;Crossing the bridge winds swept full sway;You did the driving, and I wore your muff—Until my frozen hands were warmed enough. Oh, let me live again that winter day; Little I thought good bye would end all aspects day I saw the Perfect Life, ordained for few—And I was happy, that was all I knew! 6. HALLOWEEN HEN shades from every recess stalk,And goblin, wraith and sprite are free; Pale, angry ghosts in silence walk—There is a Spirit comes to me. When hidden graves give up their deadFrom lonely wood or trackless sea, And whispering witches fly oerhead—There is a Spirit comes to me. When every man, though king or slave,Feels unseen presence in his sleep; Unwelcome, or the one hed crave—A Spirit gives me sorrow deep. For all I would forget comes back,In earthly form to live anew, And rising from the midnight blackI see the Spirit of my love for you! November 1, 1908.
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