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Last night I felt your kisses on my face, / Softer than April fall of wind-flowers; / Sweeter than summer rain upon the grass; / Sweeter than the light wind, that in the South / Wakes, and in groves of myrrh and cassia stirs. / I bent with parted lips to kiss your mouth -- / Straightway there fell a fine thin veil between. / There stood the trees in level rows, / The sunlight filled the trembling green / Of the leaf-sea, in the fair close.
By these straight boles, under these slender boughs, / Throughout the days of midsummer, I stand / Until God part the veil with shining hand / And show me where you sit within His house / Holding the seven-sparred star, whose name is Love. / The time, though long, I know comes fast apace / Because of the sweet sign you told'st me of, -- / _Last night I felt your kisses on my face_.