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He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
| When my arms wrap you round I press | | My heart upon the loveliness | | That has long faded from the world; | | The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled | | In shadowy pools, when armies fled; | | The love-tales wrought
with silken thread | | By dreaming ladies upon cloth | | That has made fat the murderous moth; | | The roses that
of old time were | | Woven by ladies in their hair, | | The dew-cold lilies ladies bore | | Through many a sacred
corridor | | Where such grey clouds of incense rose | | That only God’s eyes did not close: | | For that pale breast
and lingering hand | | Come from a more dream-heavy land, | | A more dream-heavy hour than this; | | And
when you sigh from kiss to kiss | | I hear white Beauty sighing, too, | | For hours when all must fade like dew, | | But flame on flame, and deep on deep, | | Throne over throne where in half sleep, | | Their swords upon their
iron knees, | | Brood her high lonely mysteries. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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