She floats like a dream,
Steers the dream of beauty on its beam!
Rosy with light, an hour in night,
Ponder your will, and dream your delight.
I see the points in my further eyes;
Hang with good radiance from thy skies.
She went back into an awkward way,
Our first date night was a winter day.
He took on his fight before this side,
Over the snow as I stood beside.
Rose, a stained wave upon a stained path,
We stood a moment where they were glad.
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