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 And scents lie heavy upon the air,

From orange blossoms cloying the breath,

And a soothing hum that numbs the ear

Comes from the town beneath.

Till a mist creeps over the hill, shuts down

On our home's white walls and o'erhanging eaves,

And the nightingales hush as the distant town

Puts out her lights and leaves

The rest of the night to darkness and love

Consecrated to thee and me,

Whilst my world spins on about and above,

Centred in thee. Rh