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First Line: "the night hours wane, the bleak winds of december"
Last Line: "parted no more, at last it is good-night"
Subject(s): Memory


THE night hours wane, the bleak winds of December
Sweep through the branches of the singing pine,
And while I watch each slowly dying ember
I dream of joys that never may be mine.

The vacant chair, the room so sad and lonely,
Bring visions of a home 'neath other skies,
A home created by my fancy only,
My heart's true rest, my earthly paradise.

In the night watches when my hands are folded
In weary calm upon my hopeless breast,
These bright creatures, by my heart's love moulded,
Quicken its beat, and rise all unrepressed.

Roof-tree and tower and portal rise unaided;
Aladdin like, their instant birth I see;
And at love's shrine, by doubtings uninvaded,
I offer up my wild idolatry.

Only the fire's warm heart, intensely glowing,
Sends languid throbs of brightness through the gloom,
And gorgeous flowers, with tropic life o'erflowing,
Pour on the peaceful air their sweet perfume.

Now clasp I in my arms my long-sought treasure,
Now a dear head is pillowed on my breast;
And with a joy no earthly tongue can measure,
Warm, trembling lips to mine are fondly pressed.

For thou art with me, with thy presence blessing,
Thou dearest, best, my first love and my last;
Within thy arms, thy purest love possessing,
Darkness is gone, and night is overpast.

O rapturous kisses! passionate caressing!
O heart's quick beating with a wild delight!
O murmured words, our mutual love confessing!
Parted no more, at last it is good-night.





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