FRAMED in the darkness or the door ajar,
You paused a moment while the midnight air
Fluttered its kisses on your eyes and hair ;
While Venus, leaning from the heaven afar,
Hung out her beacon-lamp, one sapphire star ;
And where the slipped scarf left your bosom bare
I saw the blossom that your lovers wear
For love’s own wound that leaves its cureless scar.
And, as I went, the memory of that hour
Seemed like some fair enchanted fancy, seemed
Like some dear dream too perfect to be true ;
But in my heart I wore one fatal flower,
The flower you love, and high above me gleamed
One star, blue fire against a vault of blue.
(Justin H. McCarthy)
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