Lover’s Gifts XIII: Last Night in the Garden

Last night in the garden I offered you my youth’s foaming wine. You
Lifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled while
I raised your veil, unbound your tresses, drawing down upon my
Breast your face sweet with its silence, last night when the moon’s
Dream overflowed the world of slumber.
To-day in the dew-cooled calm of the dawn you are walking to
God’s temple, bathed and robed in white, with a basketful of
Flowers in your hand. I stand aside in the shade under the tree,
With my head bent, in the calm of the dawn by the lonely road to
The temple.

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