As my love of thee is endless;

Whether it be sunset or sunrise,

Hour of star-song, or bird-cries

It is of thee that I dream,

In the heart of my soul's stream

That flows to thy feet, my darling.

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Dark grows both east and west;

Flower-heads droop into rest,

As I seek to lay my heart and loving

On thy star-white breast, my darling,

And sink into that pool of sleep

That rises from thy singing's deep,

While all are silent, as my desires near thee, my Queen.

What peace thy presence breathes!

What serenity weaves its wreathes!

What myriad wonders touch hands

Across many seas, from many lands,

When a thought of thee

Heralds thy coming to me

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