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234 Her frail denial at last

Swept clean away like burnt leaves in the blast,

No longer no, no, no!

But yes, forever yes, while love's red rose doth blow.

"ROSE-DARK THE SOLEMN SUNSET"

"WINDS TO THE SILENT MORN"

to the silent morn;

Waves to the ocean;

Voice to the song unsung;

Song to emotion;

Light to the golden flower;

Bird to the tree;

Love to the heart of love,

And I to thee!

Dawn to the darkened world;

Hope to the morrow;