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/ When by the wall the tiger-flower swings / A head of sultry slumber and aroma; / And by the path, whereon the blown rose flings / Its obsolete beauty, the long lilies foam a / White place of perfume, like a beautiful breast -- / Between the pansy fire of the west, / And poppy mist of moonrise in the east, / This heartache will have ceased.
/ The witchcraft of soft music and sweet sleep -- / Let it beguile the burthen from my spirit, / And white dreams reap me as strong reapers reap / The ripened grain and full blown blossom near it; / Let me behold how gladness gives the whole / The transformed countenance of my own soul -- / Between the sunset and the risen moon / Let sorrow vanish soon.