PURPLE SHADES
The purple shades of silhouetted heights
Are one with the autumnal days and nights,
Which sailing, scented with her name and blooms,
Cast their wafting mignonettes into my rooms.
And the sallow grains which sob on the sea,
Calling to our minds such an ecstasy,
Weave a stream of roses and ivory cloves,
Through two hearts in love, where sanctity roves.
John Lars Zwerenz
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