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On the desk where I was writing
Falls the candle’s mellow glow;
Falls on virgin sheets, exciting
Rose-warm blushes, softly lighting
Their unblemished snow.
In your chamber’s sweet seclusion,
Hung with green, a vernal nook,
I can glimpse a wild confusion—
Tangled skeins in rank profusion
Cover work and household book.
In the glass our eyes are meeting;
Flashing blue, like tempered steel
Are your glances, but a fleeting
Smile from tender lips in greeting,
Tells me that your heart is leal.
Radiant brow, my soul entrancing,
Puts the candle-light to shame;
From your jewels flashing, dancing
Sparks are flying and enhancing
Long-lashed eyes’ alluring flame.
Hush! the bell disturbs the slumber
Of the house—the postman’s ring!
Let him be! His dreary lumber
Shall not darken and encumber
Love’s eternal spring.
Letter-box holds proofs and letters
Safely under lock and key;
Sing and play! Till morn unfetters
These officious care-begetters
Love our guerdon be.
Sing, beloved, my soul’s desire!
World holds naught but you and me
Sing with lips no love can tire.
Sing of passion’s quenchless fire,
Fill the night with ecstasy!
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