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But one short night between my Love and me! / I watch the soft-shod dusk creep wistfully / Through the slow-moving curtains, pausing by / And shrouding with its spirit-fingers free / Each well-known chair. There is a growing grace / Of tender magic in this little place.
Comes through half-opened windows, soft and cool / As Spring's young breath, the vagrant evening air, / My day-worn soul is hushed. I fain would bear / No burdens on my brain to-night, no rule / Of anxious thought; the world has had my tears, / My thoughts, my hopes, my aims these many years;