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To-night
I hear the rainbirds
Piercing the silver gloom;
The scent of the sea-blown lilacs
Wanders across my room.
Caught in their wake I follow
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The
drift of memory;
Once more the summer twilight
Settles upon the sea.
I
shut my eyes and see you
Under the lilacs stand,
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While
the soft mists of sea-rain
Are blowing in to land.
Your
little hands steal upward,
Our fingers interlace;
And through the driving sea-dark
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I
feel your burning face.
One
little hour of heaven
Lost in a single kiss;
And then we two forever
The castaways of bliss. |
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To-night the scent of lilacs
Comes up to me again,
And ghosts of buried summers
Walk with the lonely rain.
But ah, what rooftree shelters
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To-night
the dear black head?
Only the sea wind answers—
And leaves of the word unsaid. |
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