SHE has taken my heart, though she knows
not, would care not,
It thrills at her voice like a reed in the
wind;
I would taste all her agonies, have her to spare not,
Sin deep as she sinned,

To be tossed by the storm of her love, as the
ocean
Rocks vessels to wreck ; to be hers, though the
cost
Were the loss of all else : for that moment's
emotion

Content to be lost !

To be, for a moment, the man of all men to her,
All the world, for one measureless moment
complete ;
To possess, be possessed ! To be mockery then to
her,

Then to die at her feet !



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LOVE IN DREAMS.
I LIE on my pallet bed.
And I hear the drip of the rain ;
The rain on my garret roof is falling.
And I am cold and in pain.
I lie on my pallet bed,

And my heart is wild with delight ;
I hear her voice through the midnight calling,

As I lie awake in the night.
I lie on my pallet bed.
And I see her bright eyes gleam ;
She smiles, she speaks, and the world is ended,

And made again in a dream.
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MUSIC AND MEMORY.
To K. W.
ACROSS the tides of music, in the night.
Her magical face,
A light upon it as the happy light
Of dreams in some delicious place
Under the moonlight in the night.
Music, soft throbbing music in the night.
Her memory swims

Into the brain, a carol of delight ;

The cup of music overbrims

With wine of memory, in the night.
Her face across the music, in the night.
