GLAMOURYE
The haunting music of that fair summerLike rhythmic wings in flightEnchanted the ways their footsteps wanderedAnd bewitched their dreams at night.The phantoms of beauty but half rememberedWavered across their sight—The shadows of shades and their reflections,The visions of things unreal—Until they seemed like wraiths a-gropingIn the drift-land of ideal.
Her face was a flame in a dim lightAnd her soul burned to his eyesEach throbbing heart-beat harkedAnd stilled the ebbing night.
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