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SHREDS AND PATCHES.
Those hearts that with owl-like devotion
Seek out the dark corners to spoon,
Or try to distill a love potion
From the beams of the heart-breaking moon.
Seek out the dark corners to spoon,
Or try to distill a love potion
From the beams of the heart-breaking moon.
All these, I've no doubt you have trailing
Behind you in pensive array,
And the night hours resound with their wailing,
Till your smile takes their frenzy away.
Behind you in pensive array,
And the night hours resound with their wailing,
Till your smile takes their frenzy away.
But what are you doing, or thinking,
In the twilight of this balmy day?
While the pale stars in heaven are blinking,
And the cool breeze comes over the bay.
In the twilight of this balmy day?
While the pale stars in heaven are blinking,
And the cool breeze comes over the bay.
Perhaps, you're alone, and reclining
On the porch in some quiet cool nook,
And a wreath of soft fancies are twining,
In your eyes a rapt, far-away look.
On the porch in some quiet cool nook,
And a wreath of soft fancies are twining,
In your eyes a rapt, far-away look.
