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ARMENIAN POEMS.
I HAVE LOVED THEE.
IT was the hour of dew and light;
In heaven a conflagration cold
Of roses burned, instead of clouds;
There was a rain of pearls and gold.
In heaven a conflagration cold
Of roses burned, instead of clouds;
There was a rain of pearls and gold.
Then deep within a flowering grove
I saw thee, love, reclined at ease,
And thou wast languishing and pale,
And sighing like a summer breeze,
I saw thee, love, reclined at ease,
And thou wast languishing and pale,
And sighing like a summer breeze,
Plucking a blossom’s leaves apart
With fingers fair as lilies are;
Thine eyes, the temples of love’s fire,
Were fixed upon the heavens afar.
With fingers fair as lilies are;
Thine eyes, the temples of love’s fire,
Were fixed upon the heavens afar.
I marvelled that thy fingers soft,
Wherein the haughty rose was pressed,
Had power to pluck her leaves away
And scatter them upon thy breast.
Wherein the haughty rose was pressed,
Had power to pluck her leaves away
And scatter them upon thy breast.
A strange new heaven shone within
Thine eyes, so dark and languishing;
A heaven where, instead of stars,
Arrows of fire were glittering.
Thine eyes, so dark and languishing;
A heaven where, instead of stars,
Arrows of fire were glittering.
