Gray is the sea, and the skies are gray;
They are ghosts of our blue, bright yesterday;
And gray are the breasts of the gulls that scream
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Your touch on my hand is fire,
Your lips on my lips are flowers.
My darling, my one desire,
Dear crown of my days and hours.
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THROUGH many days and many days
The seed of love lay hidden close;
We walked the dusty tiresome ways
Where never a leaf or blossom grows.
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What was the spell she wove for me?
Life was a common useful thing,
An eligible building site
To hold a house to shelter me.
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This is the room to which she came,
And Spring itself came with her;
She stirred the fire of life to flame,
She called all music hither.
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