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Alfred Austin - A Night In June
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Lady! in this night of June
 Fair like thee and holy,
 Art thou gazing at the moon
 That is rising slowly?
 I am gazing on her now:
 Something tells me, so art thou.

 Night hath been when thou and I
 Side by side were sitting,
 Watching o`er the moonlit sky
 Fleecy cloudlets flitting.
 Close our hands were linkèd then;
 When will they be linked again?

 What to me the starlight still,
 Or the moonbeams` splendour,
  If I do not feel the thrill
 Of thy fingers slender?
 Summer nights in vain are clear,
 If thy footstep be not near.

 Roses slumbering in their sheaths
 O`er my threshold clamber,
 And the honeysuckle wreathes
 Its translucent amber
 Round the gables of my home:
 How is it thou dost not come?

 If thou camest, rose on rose
 From its sleep would waken;
 From each flower and leaf that blows
 Spices would be shaken;
 Floating down from star and tree,
 Dreamy perfumes welcome thee.

 I would lead thee where the leaves
 In the moon—rays glisten;
 And, where shadows fall in sheaves,
 We would lean and listen
 For the song of that sweet bird
 That in April nights is heard.

 And when weary lids would close,
 And thy head was drooping,
 Then, like dew that steeps the rose,
 O`er thy languor stooping,
 I would, till I woke a sigh,
 Kiss thy sweet lips silently.

 I would give thee all I own,
 All thou hast would borrow;
 I from thee would keep alone
 Fear and doubt and sorrow.
 All of tender that is mine,
 Should most tenderly be thine.

 Moonlight! into other skies,
 I beseech thee wander.
 Cruel, thus to mock mine eyes,
 Idle, thus to squander
 Love`s own light on this dark spot;—
 For my lady cometh not!
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