Night

My voice and sweet and languid for you
Of maid disturbs the silence of the dark night.
Near my bed sad the candle
lit; my poems, blending and murmuring,
flow, love streams; flow full of thee.
In the darkness your eyes shine before me,
I smile - and the sounds I hear:
a friend of mine, my sweet friend ... love ... your ... your!..

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