TWO GIFTS.

TWO GIFTS.

She laughingly gave me a rose, one day,

And fragrant and warm from the sun's bright ray,

And it fluttered in petals away.

She mockingly offered her heart, one day,

I gazed in her eyes, and her soft hair lay

And crumbled to dust away!

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THE MOONFLOWER.

THE MOONFLOWER.

Pale soul of the dusk, like a virgin in white,

She opens her heart to the kisses of night.

And bends o'er my spirit with fervor divine,

A heart pure and tender and fragrant as thine!

THREE KISSES.

THREE KISSES.

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