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DESIRE AND FULFILMENT.
Interpretation.Oh! heart thou hast found thy desire, To yearn for and not to possess;Not the grace of her rounded white arm, Nor her red lips loveliness;Not the sheen of her golden hair falling, Like sun-waves on filmy spray,Nor eyes starry-shining entranced thee, Oh! heart from my keeping away,But a glory surpassing all hoping, O'ershadowed her presence and brought,The mystical angel of Love, To beat with his shadowy wing,At the chambers of Passion and Thought. But she would not bend to my love,I would not declare it to her, And so poor dove, thou must sing,Alone in thy garden of fir.
Fulfilment.She is mine, she is mine, and the rose, And the moon and the violet too,All know of the pledge she gave me, In the twilight purple with dew.For the opening roses peeped, And the moon sent out a ray,Of rifted light and glory, From her cloud-veiled sanctuary.
She is mine, Oh! life thou art sweet, And thou shalt sweeter be,
