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AMBERGRIS 
Or mists that fold about a dove, 
Or valleys full of roses ! 
 
O let me fade and fall away 
From waking into sleep, 
From sleep to death, from gold to gray, 
Deep as the skies are deep ! 
 
O let me fall from death to dream, 
Eternal monotone ; 
Faint eventide of sleep supreme 
With thee and love alone ! 
 
A jewelled night of star and moon 
Shall watch our bridal chamber, 
Bending the blue rays to the tune 
Of softly-sliding amber. 
 
Dim winds shall whisper echoes of 
Our slow ecstatic breath, 
Telling all worlds how sweet is love, 
How beautiful is death.