ALICE 
 
 
The roses of the world are sad, 
The water-lilies pale, 
Because my lover takes her lad 
Beneath the moonlight veil. 
No flower may bloom this happy hour— 
Unless my Alice be the flower. 
 
 
The stars are hidden in dark and mist, 
The moon and sun are dead, 
Because my love has caught and kissed 
My body in her bed. 
No light may shine this happy night— 
Unless my Alice be the light. 
 
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