I see you fair in memory’s sweet abode
‘tis truly there with you I long to be
To touch again ‘fore daydream walls erode
Thy lips of red, o passion, mine to thee
In passion do I feel the tempest rise
Rise to meet the moonlight’s sweet caress
To see myself in love there in your eyes
And in thy garden dare to find me rest
O damn the world that holds this body bound
N’er content, my spirit yearns to search the wind
‘tis there in sweet repose my love is found
And there I long to be with you again
For in fair memory’s eye no care there be
And to thy heart, mine own, I’d give to thee
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