Memory
Soft follower of the early star,
Once more I feel you drawing near.
Come! for my evening is not come
Till you are here.
You make it—as yourself is made—
Of loveliest, sweet, untroubled things,
Fled with love's day. I feel love's night
Fall from your wings.
Once more I feel you drawing near.
Come! for my evening is not come
Till you are here.
You make it—as yourself is made—
Of loveliest, sweet, untroubled things,
Fled with love's day. I feel love's night
Fall from your wings.
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