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 Grey clouds come puffing from my lips And hang there softly curling, While from the bowl now leaps, now slips, A steel-blue thread high twirling. As I lie, as I lie, The hours fold their wings beneath the sky; As you lean, as you lean, In that trance of perfect love and bliss serene.

I gaze on you and I am crowned, A Monarch great and glorious, A Hero in all realms renowned, A Faerie Prince victorious. As I lie, as I lie, The hours fold their wings beneath the sky; As you lean, as you lean, In that trance of perfect love and bliss serene.

Your violet eyes pour out their whole Pure light in earnest rapture; Your thoughts come dreaming through my soul, And nestle past recapture.