Alone in the night
but your image is fresh in sight
Am not going to smile,why,this is only for awhile
The fresh tastes of your kisses all sweet as wine ...
Within the pale blue haze above,
Some pitchy shreds took size and form,
And, like a madman's wrath or love,
From nothing rose a sudden storm.
The blossom'd limes, which seem'd to exhale
Her breath, were swept with one strong sweep,
And up the dusty road the hail
Came like a flock of hasty sheep,
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