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Hush! hush! list, heart of mine, and hearken low!

You do not guess how tender is the Night,

And in what faintest murmurs of delight

Her deep, dim-throated utterances flow

Across the memories of long-ago!

Hark! do your senses catch the exquisite

Staccatos of a bird that dreams he sings?

Nay, then, you hear not rightly, – 'tis a blur

Of misty love-notes, laughs and whisperings

The Night pours o'er the lips that fondle her,

And that faint breeze, filled with all fragrant sighs, —

That is her breath that quavers lover-wise —

O blessed sweetheart, with thy swart, sweet kiss,

Baptize me, drown me in black swirls of bliss!