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THE
saffron wings of dusk
Are Stealing o'er the West.
Come back, O wand'ring bird,
To thy nest.
Oh,
come, ye winds of night,
And softly kiss my eyes,
Till the evil face of life
Quietly dies.
Kiss
in my eyes a dream,
Breathe in my heart a song,
Fondle me round with love
The night long.
Quietly,
quietly my heart
Sways in the lap of the night,
Softly the darkness fades
To faery light.
The
jasmine and the rose
Breathe glory in the dusk,
Entwining in their wine
Dewy Musk
And
heavy lies the dew,
And all the fragrant flowers
Embalm the sleepy land
In their showers.
Come
back, O wand'ring bird,
Come back to the empty nest,
To the couch that ever waits –
To my breast.
O
night, with your cold white stars,
And your silence and your wind,
Can ye not bring her back,
So unkind?
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