< The Inn of Dreams
I saw the face of Beauty-a pale rose
In the gold dusk of her abundant hair...
A silken web of dreams and joys-a snare..
A net of pleasures in a world of woes,
A bright temptation for gay youth that goes
Laughing upon his way without a care!
A shield of light for conquering Love to bear
Stronger than all the swords of all his foes.
O face of Beauty-O white dawn enshrined
In sunrise veils of splendid hair-O star!
Shine on those weary men who sadly wise
But guess thy glory faintly from afar-
Missing the marvel of thy smile--and blind
To the imperial passion in thine eyes!
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