On an ending of a day most wearying
With skies overcast and drearying
Glimpsed I your delcate flowing hair
And did lose my track of time
Back through years of care
To whence you were all mine
A flowing dancing head of hair
Nudged me from my pensive lair
Your diamond smile and perfect nose
Your reticence to be a politely close
Our eyes spoke of rare treats of the day
Your lips whispered in a cavalier way
Your diaphonous spectre tantalizes me
again this night
Wresting me once again from my Cimmerian
plight.
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