Come back to me, come back to me,
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Those sweet hours of seclusion,
When you and I sat side by side,
Under intruding stars who see
Through My friendship tied illusion,
And spring's scent in summer hide.
Can I ignore your rosing blush
When I retracted spoken cheers
Must whisper to your sleeping ear?
Can I ignore your reposed lush
When vitals break upon your tears
As you express your hidden fear?
So mellowed sat we on those steps,-
Receding back the stare of night-
All first light passed through your eyes
And through the shades' above missteps;
The tresses dark encompassed light
And gently soothed that brow, in plies.
As thus we sat-the night reclining-
How can I write but feel that stare,
The way it lit me up and down,
Then by chance that we should meet, declining,
And the gentle heaving of your hair
Birth dreams in me, amidst life sown?
I dreamt my dreams reality,
Of half weary, pensive starlights
Gently gazing from my breathing
Into mine, nursing vanity.
Those idle dreams of half-fought fights,
Which by you are joy now leaving.