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Richard Forest's Midsummer Night.
We have not spoken now so long,
But mute in still caressing,
Without one kiss have breathed the bliss
Too perfect for expressing.
But mute in still caressing,
Without one kiss have breathed the bliss
Too perfect for expressing.
XI.
Good night; good night! how truly hath been sung,
It is good night then only when the tongue
Need never say Good night;
When hearts may beat together till the morrow
Dawns on long hours fulfilled of bliss not sorrow,
And eyes that close for darkness, frayed and stung
By the so less sweet light.
Good night; good night! how truly hath been sung,
It is good night then only when the tongue
Need never say Good night;
When hearts may beat together till the morrow
Dawns on long hours fulfilled of bliss not sorrow,
And eyes that close for darkness, frayed and stung
By the so less sweet light.
Good night; good night! I leave you to sweet sleep
And lovely dreams of love divinely deep;
May this be your good night:
My straining arms reluctantly surrender
Into the arms of sleep divinely tender
My Dearest thus, to safely surely keep
Until the morn shines bright.
And lovely dreams of love divinely deep;
May this be your good night:
My straining arms reluctantly surrender
Into the arms of sleep divinely tender
My Dearest thus, to safely surely keep
Until the morn shines bright.
Good night; good night! I leave you and go back
Into the silent city; and, alack!
Can this be my good night?
Yet Love, Bliss, Memory, radiant Hope are burning
In brain all throbbing and in heart all yearning,
Into the silent city; and, alack!
Can this be my good night?
Yet Love, Bliss, Memory, radiant Hope are burning
In brain all throbbing and in heart all yearning,
