At Dawn

With the breath of dawn Cooling thy feverish brow, And the fading of the last footfall of the stars No kiss can I bring to thy bedside, Nor caresses of cooling fire, my sweet. Yet through this dreamful silence That writes on the rim of the golden light The story of our love With most eloquent poignancy, More love we pour into each other Than the tryst of an eternal night.

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From her many-colored bow Nature Has hurled her silver arrows of rain And slain the hosts of Dark.

Jeweled with a single star, the Moon Walks the garden of Night; Higher and higher Through the star-enflowered pathways of sapphire She draws her train of silver.

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If words fail, song will come; If thought fades, souls will not be dumb; If sound ceases, Silence our song; If Life fails,--Death join our hands.

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