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Soft purple shadows cloud love-weary eyes, / Dawn's saffron glow is on the tossed white bed; / Now passion's day, warm fragrant night is fled, / A cold grey shroud on Love's bright altar lies. / From dusky corners ghostly dreams arise, / The pallid wraiths of kisses newly dead, / They float and blend above her sleeping head, / Her languid red lips quiver as she sighs.
And so, like Adam when in fear and shame / He saw God's soldiery in fierce array / And sorrowing from Eden's threshold came / To bear what pains life on his soul might lay, / I see Dawn standing with a sword of flame, / And from my Eden turn in grief away.