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Hills of dear delight, Prompting my dreams that used to be, I know you are waiting me still to-night By the Unika Range of Tennessee. The blinking stars in endless space, The broad moonlight and silvery gleams, To-night caress your wind-swept face, And fold you in a thousand dreams. Steve Maden Shoes Bandalino Shoes Deisel Shoes Your far outlines, less seen than felt, Which wind with hill propensities, In moonlight dreams I see you melt Away in vague immensities. And, far away, I still can feel Your mystery that ever speaks Of vanished things, as shadows steal Across your breast and rugged peaks. O, dear blue hills, that lie apart, And wait so patiently down there, Your peace takes hold upon my heart And makes its burden less to bear. Bridegroom, The perilous joy of the bride! In the searching lights of her eyes, In the fugitive flush of her cheeks, In the speed-mad pulse of her wrist, In the throb and flight of her heart, In the lifting foam of her breasts, In her pale, excited smile,-- A dim flame, blown in a wind,-- See the perilous happiness, Hid in the blood of your bride. Asic Shoes Dr Martins Shoes Filas Shoes Eve alone Of the generations of women, Lacked the perilous joy of the bride. Fully innocent, fully ignorant, Gurgled her sweet child-laughter. But to her daughters, Down to the wayward moderns, Whispers and echoes what she learned From giving her secret self, From giving her red rose heart, From giving her cream rose breast, From giving her crystal dreams,-- Dividing her trinity, With Adam. So began, O Bridegroom, The perilous happiness, A bubble, ready to break, A sphere made of colors alone, Your bride with her searching eyes Holds out to your snatching hands. |