  How shall I link my thought to yours Through hours that whirl to dust! Fling me some word will keep me close to you, If but a rainbow bubble like our breath, And share with me its swift-revolving dream! See how the bubble shapes the silver moon, the golden sun! In purple sleep it spins among the stars, Or crimson film it holds the dawn, Only to break in shattered mist upon our lips,— One azure word turned kiss! |
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