Poem by Arthur Davison Ficke

Among Shadows

In halls of sleep you wandered by,
This time so indistinguishably
I cannot remember aught of it,
Save that I know last night we met.
I know it by the cloudy thrill
That in my heart is quivering still;
And sense of loveliness forgot
Teases my fancy out of thought.
Though with the night the vision wanes,
Its haunting presence still may last
As odor of flowers faint remains
In halls where late a queen has passed.

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2. Fate, with Devoted and Incessant Care
3. Opus 67
4. Serenade in Firelight
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