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12 We anchored just below the reach of sand That glittered golden in the misty light; And up the rocks we clambered hand in hand, Forgetting that around us crept the night; There is no night for those who live and love: All time is merged in one intense delight. Ilow near it seems to me !--that dreamy hush Or silent sky, and subtle, sensuous air; How 'neath his eyes my face burned with a flash No other glance can ever summon there! His head bent down; I felt his gentle hand Cover my fingers, and his breath my hair. He gathered from a bush, heavy with dew, A single rose, and touched it with his lips; And henceforth roses, to my fancy, grew Sweet as the nectar that the brown bee sips. He laid it on my cheek ud, smiling, said, The roses there put his rose in eclipse. th, well! 'tis over. Two long years ago I hid this rose with my most sacred things; Its grace and glory gone, its light and glow, All-save the perfume that around it clings. I lay it by,the faint, sweet summer smell A sense of loss forever to me brings.