Opals (Custance)/Delight
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Delight
You butterfly!You singing bird!You dainty sweetSweet woman with the dancing feet!At sight of you, I know not why,Strange wistful memories are stirredIn my soul's depths, when you flash by.I love you at each swift heart beat,Yet sit and never say a word,So many thoughts thrill thus unheard.
O! little throat,So slim and white! Dear voice as deepRestful and wonderful as sleep . . .Our whole souls ache at each full note,Fall faint with rapture, swoon to flightAnd follow where your love songs float,And, following forget to weep . . .Alas! that silence should up-sweepSuch songs into the void of night! . . .