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INTERLUDES.
I have thought of you oft in the still, starry night.
Your face flickers up in the wan fire-light;
And oft in my dreamings a woman I see,
With soft hazel eyes, bearing kisses to me.
Your face flickers up in the wan fire-light;
And oft in my dreamings a woman I see,
With soft hazel eyes, bearing kisses to me.
Wild reveries these! Foolish fancies at best!
Can kisses and dreams fill the void of the breast?
Beware, O fond youth! Look thou deeper by far,
Where tenderness, truth, and unselfishness are!
Can kisses and dreams fill the void of the breast?
Beware, O fond youth! Look thou deeper by far,
Where tenderness, truth, and unselfishness are!
Your red ruby lips asked a question, ma chère;
So I gazed in your eyes, but no question was there.
"Ah, she trifles!" said I, "and her smile is deceit;
And woe to the Strephon that sighs at her feet."
So I gazed in your eyes, but no question was there.
"Ah, she trifles!" said I, "and her smile is deceit;
And woe to the Strephon that sighs at her feet."
