Poem by Mathilde Blind

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You make the sunshine of my heart
    And its tempestuous shower;
Sometimes the thought of you is like
    A lilac bush in flower,
Yea, honey-sweet as hives in May.
And then the pang of it will strike
My bosom with a fiery smart,
As though love's deeply planted dart
    Drained all its life away.

My thoughts hum round you, Dear, like bees
    About a bank of thyme,
Or round the yellow blossoms of
    The heavy-scented lime.
Ah, sweeter you than honeydew,
    Yet dark the ways of love,
For it has robbed my soul of peace,
And marred my life and turned heart's-ease
    Into funereal rue.

1. Internal Firesides
2. Apple-Gathering
3. The Red Sunsets, 1883 (The twilight heavens are flushed with gathering light)
4. The Songs of Summer
5. What Magic Is There

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