George Henry Boker Poems

Amidst the lottery of days I draw
More blanks than prizes; though the hand of hope
Still in the luckless wheel will blindly grope,
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O happy day! From morn till midnight tolled,
I passed the hours beneath my lady's eye;
And as the golden minutes fleeted by,
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Sweet is my lady's body; damask rose,
Nor silver lily, nor pale asphodel,
No burning myrrh, no real or fabled smell,
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Beloved, thou cam 'st to me of late and said;
'Stay with me, Dearest! Stay another day!
Stay thou because I wish it. Prithee lay
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As from his wrist the eager falconer
Tosses his hawk upon the windy sky,
So from my lips this kiss I toss on high,
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What hast thou done, my Darling, these two days?
Felt lost and lonesome, missed me from thy life?
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My darling, O my darling, let me gaze
My whole heart's fill into thy splendid eyes;
Till from their depths the secret may arise
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My own Beloved, wilt thou prove true indeed,
Throughout the trials of the coming years,
Through dying hopes, mischances, shocks and fears,
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O say thou lovest me; say it o'er again;
Ring all the changes on that blissful phrase;
Say it with lip, mouth, tongue; in all the ways
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Tonight I saw my darling, bathed in light,
Sit as she slowly combed her splendid hair
Into one tress, through which the piercing glare
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