A dream

Adieu! my sweet fellow,
it’s time to part our pillows
with kisses four
for melancholy sore.
lo! the tyrant sun
is up in the east
and calling for
to shun the night feast…
Oh the fragrance of the night still
stirs my heart and keep
my passions ignite:
thy coral lips and blue bright eyes
take my love to the seven skies,
and made me
immortal, like Helen
when she quitted Troy.

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