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INTERLUDES.
The cold, clear air that round thy presence plays,
That chilled their love, can never now restrain
The flame that burns, and all my being sways—
Deep in thine eyes the wine of love lies plain,
O Madeleine!
That chilled their love, can never now restrain
The flame that burns, and all my being sways—
Deep in thine eyes the wine of love lies plain,
O Madeleine!
Come closer now. Clasp hands, my Madeleine:
Press lips; drink deep the foam, till pulse and brain
Have swooned, and in our fierce and mad embrace
The love we knew not in the days of pain
Shall meet our inmost spirits face to face,
And rule with rod whose power ne'er shall wane,
O Madeleine.
Press lips; drink deep the foam, till pulse and brain
Have swooned, and in our fierce and mad embrace
The love we knew not in the days of pain
Shall meet our inmost spirits face to face,
And rule with rod whose power ne'er shall wane,
O Madeleine.
