Meet mine, without communion or surmise.

Here, at thy feet, I watched, I watched all day

Night floating in thine eyes, then with my hands

Covered my face from that dumb cry of pain:

And when at last I dared to look again

My heart was far away,

Wrapt in the fragrant gloom of Eastern lands,

Under the flower-white stars of tropic skies

Where soft black floating flowers turned to ... thine eyes.

I breathe, I breathe the perfume of thine hair:

Bury in thy deep hair my fevered face,

Till as to men athirst in desert dreams

The savour and colour and sound of cool dark streams

Float round me everywhere,

And memories float from some forgotten place,

Fulfilling hopeless eyes with hopeless tears

And fleeting light of unforgotten years.

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Dim clouds of music in the dim rich hours

Float to me thro' the twilight of thine hair,

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