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s yellowly; Dear Lady, gather it close to me, Weaving a nest for the double freight Of cheeks and lips that are one and free, For the year yet, Lady, to dream and wait. _Envoi._ So time shall be swift till thou mate with me, For love is mightiest next to fate, And none shall be happier, Love, than we, In the year yet, Lady, to dream and wait. BEFORE SLEEP. Now the creeping nets of sleep Stretch about and gather nigh, And the midnight dim and deep Like a spirit passes by, Trailing from her crystal dress Dreams and silent frostiness. Yet a moment, ere I be Tangled in the snares of night, All the dreamy heart of me To my Lady takes its flight, To her chamber where she lies, Wrapt in midnight phantasies. Over many a glinting street And the snow capped roofs of men, Towers that tremble with the beat Of the midnight bells, and then, Where my body may not be, Stands my spirit holily. Wake not, Lady, wake not soon: Through the frosty windows fall Broken glimmers of the moon Dimly on the floor and wall; Wake not, Lady, never care, 'Tis my spirit kneeling there. Let him kneel a moment now, For the minutes fly apace; Let him see the sleeping brow, And the sweetly rounded face: He shall tell me soon aright How my Lady looks to-night. How her tresses out and in Fold in many a curly freak, Round about the snowy chin And the softly tinted cheek, Where no sorrows now can weep, And the dimples lie asleep. How her eyelids meet and match, Gathered in two dusky seams, Each the little creamy thatch Of an azure house of dreams, Or two flowers that love the light Folded softly up at night. How her bosom, breathing low, Stirs the wavy coverlet With a motion soft and slow: Oh, my Lady, wake not yet; There without a thought of guile Let my spirit dream a while. Yet, my spirit, back to me, Hurry soon and have a care; Love will turn to agony, If you rashly linger there; Bending low as spirits may, Touch her lips and come away. So, fond spirit, beauty-fed, Turning when your watch is o'er, Weave a cross above the bed And a sleep-rune on the floor,
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