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Tale of Archais
Tale of Archais (1899), PDF p. 92
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THE TALE OF ARCHAIS
In the arms of love we lie ;
Music from the sky
Tunes the hymeneal lyre that will echo till we
die.
God we feel is very nigh ;
Soft, breeze, sigh
While we kiss at last to slumber,
And the varied number
Of the forest songsters cry :
This is immortality ; this is happiness for aye.
Hush ! the music swells apace,
Rolls its silver billows up
Through the void demesne of space
To the heavens azure cup !
Hush, my love, and sleep shall sigh
This is immortality !
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