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Light Angel
She whispers where horizons once Gleam’d a field of radiant stars, Her whose lips in thoughts of moodless love, Trace the outline of my heart; Alone, a kiss of sad romance, That wisps between the windy pines, And chains the souls of circumstance, As now my soul is chain’d to thine; When first sweet passion wakes, To launch a thousand ships to sea, Those eyes of hers give birth to fate, And find a haven there for me; A lover waits with folded arms, His golden vial pour’d, Tragedy his lover’s heart, Those arms will hold no more; Light angel, cold, folded wings has died, Who heartless grasped the silent sky, In falling tears alone could dream, Of love, whose fragrance whispers thee, Wisps the sweet and stormy sky, Velvet with the creeping night, Lurid, bathed in lunar light, Possessed with love, a rapid life; Tonight she weds the fated hour, Of love’s limited earthly power, Who’s hues of nature’s crown’d redress, Seem ethereal at best
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