Kiss then, with kisses of flame;

Touch me with rosy caresses;

Bury this, my hope, my dream,

And thy all-conquering love of me;

So the kiss-flowers may each be a dream!

May my willow be the vision of Eternal Spring.

[2] Flowers full of perfume, abounding in Lower Bengal, India.

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COLOR-HARMONIES

Violet hills,

Rosy mist,

Limpid pool,

Golden notes from sunset's lute

For shadows

Draped in green

With purple feet

To dance and swim

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