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Just now a wave of perfume floated up / To greet my senses as I broke the seal / Of her short letter; and I still can feel / It stir me as a saint the holy cup.
The missive lies there, -- but a few plain words: / A thought about a song, a note of praise, / And social duties such as fill the days / Of women; then a thing that undergirds
The phrases like a psalm: a line that reads- / "I wish that you were coming! " Why, it lies / Upon my heart like blossoms on the skies,
Like breath of balm upon the clover meads.
The perfumed words soothe me into a dream; / My thoughts float to her on the scented stream.