Dark is the iris meadow,
Dark is the ivory tower,
And lightly the young moth’s shadow
Sleeps on the passion-flower.
Gone are our day’s red roses.
So lovely and lost and few,
But the first star uncloses
A silver bud in the blue.
Night, and a flame in the embers
Where the seal of the years was set,–
When the almond-bough remembers
How shall my heart forget?
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