1899 · CLOSE READING
Tale of Archais
Tale of Archais (1899), PDF p. 43
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THE TALE OF ARCHAIS
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SONG OF APHRODITES HANDMAIDENS
My dreams are sweet, because my heart is free
Because our locks still mingle and lips meet,
Because thine arms still hold me tenderly,
My dreams are sweet.
Visions of waters rippling by my feet,
Trees that re-weave their branches lovingly,
Birds that pass passionate on pinions fleet :
Such quiet joys my eyes in slumber see—
Let deaths keen sickle wander through the
wheat !
I love not life oermuch ; since loving thee
My dreams are sweet.
Sing, little bird, it is dawn ;
Chant, with the day the woods ring ;
Now in the blush of the morn
Sing !
Love doth enchain me and cling,
Love, of the breeze that is born,
Love, with the breeze that takes wing,
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