Thee and Me at ‘dusk’
I may not have the love of lips and eyes,
The traditional ways of love:
But in my heart I built a Paradise,
A nest there for the dove.
I experienced the wings of light that flew through
The door I held apart:
And all without was shadow at ‘dusk’,
but I knew The little bird within my heart.
Then, when the innermost with music beat,
The voice I loved so long
Seemed only the dream echo faint and sweet Of a far sweeter song.
I could not even reflect the thought
I felt Of Thee and Me therein;
And with silver heat I strove the veil to melt
That love to love might win.
But ah,
my dreams within their fountain fell;
Not to be lost in thee,
But with the high ancestral love to dwell In its lone ecstasy.
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