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Coventry Patmore - The AzaleaCoventry Patmore - The Azalea
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There, where the sun shines first Against our room, She train`d the gold Azalea, whose perfume She, Spring-like, from her breathing grace dispersed. Last night the delicate crests of saffron bloom, For this their dainty likeness watch`d and nurst, Were just at point to burst. At dawn I dream`d, O God, that she was dead, And groan`d aloud upon my wretched bed, And waked, ah, God, and did not waken her, But lay, with eyes still closed, Perfectly bless`d in the delicious sphere By which I knew so well that she was near, My heart to speechless thankfulness composed. Till `gan to stir A dizzy somewhat in my troubled head-- It was the azalea`s breath, and she was dead! The warm night had the lingering buds disclosed, And I had fall`n asleep with to my breast A chance-found letter press`d In which she said, "So, till to-morrow eve, my Own, adieu! Parting`s well-paid with soon again to meet, Soon in your arms to feel so small and sweet, Sweet to myself that am so sweet to you!`
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