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Come to the shadows of eve

Falling like mantles around us;

Come where the winds ever weave

Songs in the tree-webs around us.

Falling like mantles around us

Sweet chime the vespers of love;

Songs in the tree-webs around us

Waft from some Idean grove.

Sweet chime the vespers of love

Borne by the zephyrs of even;

Waft from some Idean grove

Lydian measures of heaven.

Borne by the zephyrs of even

Love in his quiver bears

Lydian measures of heaven,

Softest of musical airs.

Love in his quiver bears

Aye when the star-flowers blossom

Softest of musical airs,

Night folding Day to his bosom.

Aye when the star-flowers blossom

Love sings the sweetest of themes;

Night folding day to his bosom

Lies down to rapturous dreams.

Love sings the sweetest of themes

Bidding my heart that yet never

Lies down to rapturous dreams

Fold thine own close to mine ever.

Out ’mid the dew-loved flowers

Come where the winds ever weave

Love in the web of the hours,

Come to the shadows of eve.