To Her
Your presence like a benison to me Wakes my sick soul to dreamful ecstasy, I fancy that some old Arabian night Saw you my houri and my heart's delight. And wandering forth beneath the passionate moon, Your love-strung zither and my soul in tune, We knew the joy, the haunting of the pain That like a flame thrills through me now again. To-night we sit where sweet the spice winds blow, A wind the northland lacks and ne'er shall know, With clasped hands and spirits all aglow As in Arabia in the long ago.
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"Your presence like a benison to me..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Paul Laurence Dunbar delivers a powerful performance in "To Her"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...