She Sends Her Love

She sends her love! My heart prepare
To cleave the last, thin band of air
Where slothful spirits hesitate
And sluggish souls deliberate,—
Then back to sordid earth repair.

We'll leave this atmosphere of care
And zones of ether penetrate—
For doth the word not clearly state,
“She sends her love”?

Yea! Jubilant our path shall fare
To that far Aiden none may dare,
Save those, the passing fortunate,
To whom—O rare and charming fate—
She sends her love!
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