  I CLOSE mine eyes, and see you dear As in the dear, dead days; The tender grace, and strength of poise, Marking you from the rest apart. And oh! it seems as if I must Enfold you to my heart. I close mine eyes, and see you dear As in the dear, dead days; The hair’s soft fall over the brow, Within your eyes love’s ardent light, It cannot be! it cannot be! My day has turned to night. I close mine eyes, and see you dear As in the dear, dead days; Before love’s bitter aftermath Whose penalty ’tis mine to know. Oh! come to me from out its void! I need you so! I need you so. |
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