Earine has sucked the breath of Spring—
And I have touched thy lips, Earine,
What time the Dawn came from the purple sea,
And forests fluttered to the waving wing
Of the unwearying Angel who doth sweep
Back upon heavy hinge the porphyry gates of sleep.
And I have touched thy lips, Earine,
What time the Dawn came from the purple sea,
And forests fluttered to the waving wing
Of the unwearying Angel who doth sweep
Back upon heavy hinge the porphyry gates of sleep.
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