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When morning shows her first faint flush, / I think of the tender blush / That crept so gently to your cheek / When first my love I dared to speak;
How, in your glance, a dawning ray / Gave promise of love's perfect day.
When, in the ardent breath of noon, / The roses with passion swoon;
There steals upon me from the air / The scent that lurked within your hair;
I touch your hand, I clasp your form --
Again your lips are close and warm.
When comes the night with beauteous skies, / I think of your tear-dimmed eyes, / Their mute entreaty that I stay, / Although your lips sent me away;
And then falls memory's bitter blight, / And dark -- so dark becomes the night.