<SPAN name="SENTIMENTAL_SUMMER"></SPAN>SENTIMENTAL SUMMER.<br/>
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The West has plucked its flowers and has thrown<br/>
Them fading on the night. Out of the sky's<br/>
Black depths there smiles a greeting from those eyes,<br/>
Where all the Real, all I have ever known<br/>
Of the divine is held. And not alone<br/>
Do I stand here now ... a presence seems to rise:<br/>
Your voice sounds near across my memories,<br/>
And answering fingers brush against my own.<br/>
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Yes, it is you: for evening holds those strands<br/>
Of fire and darkness twined in one to make<br/>
Your loveliness a web of magic mesh,<br/>
Whose cross-weft harmony of soul and flesh<br/>
Shadows a thought or glows, when smiles awake,<br/>
Like sunlight passionate on southern lands.<br/>
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