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TO-DAY.
And of souls, at morning wrestling
In the dust with passion and moan,
So far away at evening
In the silence of worlds unknown.
In the dust with passion and moan,
So far away at evening
In the silence of worlds unknown.
But a delicate wind beside us
Was rustling the dusky hours,
As it gathered the dewy odours
Of the snowy jessamine-flowers.
Was rustling the dusky hours,
As it gathered the dewy odours
Of the snowy jessamine-flowers.
And I gave you a spray of the blossoms,
And said: "I shall never know
How the hearts in the land are breaking,
My dearest, unless you go."
And said: "I shall never know
How the hearts in the land are breaking,
My dearest, unless you go."
Washington, D. C.
TO-DAY.
Ah, real thing of bloom and breath,
I cannot love you while you stay.
Put on the dim, still charm of death,
Fade to a phantom, float away,
And let me call you Yesterday!
I cannot love you while you stay.
Put on the dim, still charm of death,
Fade to a phantom, float away,
And let me call you Yesterday!
