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Paul Laurence Dunbar - To Her
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YOUR presence like a benison to me
Wakes my sick soul to dreamful ecstasy,
I fancy that some old Arabian night
Saw you my houri and my heart`s delight.
And wandering forth beneath the passionate moon
Your love-strung zither and my soul in tune,
We knew the joy, the haunting of the pain
That like a flame thrills through me now again.
To-night we sit where sweet the spice winds blow,
A wind the northland lacks and ne`er shall know,
With clasped hands and spirits all aglow
As in Arabia in the long ago.
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