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You and I, and that night, with its perfume and glory! -- / The scent of the locusts -- the light of the moon; / And the violin weaving the waltzers a story, / Enmeshing their feet in the weft of the tune, / Till their shadows uncertain / Reeled round on the curtain, / While under the trellis we drank in the June.
Soaked through with the midnight the cedars were sleeping, / Their shadowy tresses outlined in the bright / Crystal, moon-smitten mists, where the fountain's heart, leaping / Forever, forever burst, full with delight; / And its lisp on my spirit / Fell faint as that near it / Whose love like a lily bloomed out in the night.
O your glove was an odorous sachet of blisses! / The breath of your fan was a breeze from Cathay! / And the rose at your throat was a nest of spilled kisses! -- / And the music! -- in fancy I hear it to-day, / As I sit here, confessing / Our secret, and blessing / My rival who found us, and waltzed you away.