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I. The cactus and the aloe bloom / Beneath the window of your room; / Your window where, at evenfall, / Beneath the twilight's first pale star, / You linger, tall and spiritual, / And hearken my guitar.
It is the hour / When every flower / Is wooed by moth or bee -- / Would, would you were the flower, dear, / And I the moth to draw you near, / To draw you near to me, / My dear, / To draw you near to me.
II. The jasmine and bignonia spill / Their balm around your windowsill; / The sill where, when magnolia-white, / In foliage mists, the moon hangs far, / You lean with bright deep eyes of night / And hearken my guitar.
It is the hour / When from each flower / The wind woos fragrances -- / Would, would you were the flower, love, / And I the wind to breathe above, / To breathe above and kiss, / My love, / To breathe above and kiss.