The Argosy - Vol. 51, No. 6, June, 1891 by Various
page 52 of 148 (35%)
page 52 of 148 (35%)
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The twilight deepens, and the stars grow brighter
In the pure, perfect skies; The dewy woods with silent voices call you; Come out, heart of my heart, light of my eyes! "Come out, for where you are not, beauty is not; Come out, my Dear! See how the fairies will adorn the meadows The moment you draw near; And the world wear that robe and crown of glory It never wears except when you are here." In vain!--a little light among the jasmine Her lattice gleams, Her white hand at the closing of it lingers A moment--so it seems-- To drop an unseen rose down to her lover: White rose--whose scent will sanctify his dreams! E. NESBIT A PHILANTHROPIST. BY ANGUS GREY. I. |
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