A MEMORY.
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With sighing of roses there came
Faint voices in mellowing moonlight,
Softly repeating her name.
It kindled the night air around her,
And silvered her brow with its light,
And tangled her hair with its jewels,
Till her beauty dazzled my sight.
And silvered her brow with its light,
And tangled her hair with its jewels,
Till her beauty dazzled my sight.
We walked on the terrace together,
With sighing of roses there came—
And breath of the new Bride of Summer—
In whispers, so softly, her name.
With sighing of roses there came—
And breath of the new Bride of Summer—
In whispers, so softly, her name.
By sweet summer's breath it was echoed,
Through myrtle and roses it came;
How well I remember that evening,
How well I remember that name.
Through myrtle and roses it came;
How well I remember that evening,
How well I remember that name.