Poem by Louise Imogen Guiney

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WHEN on the marge of evening the last blue light is broken,
And winds of dreamy odor are loosened from afar,
Or when my lattice opens, before the lark has spoken,
On dim laburnum-blossoms, and morning’s dying star,

I think of thee, (O mine the more if other eyes be sleeping!)
Whose great and noonday splendor the many share and see,
While sacred and forever, some perfect law is keeping
The late and early twilight alone and sweet for me.

1. Florentin
2. A Memory of a Breconshire Valley
3. Heathenesse
4. Friendship Broken
5. Rooks in New College Gardens

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