The Hour (poem)
What is the hour now passing though my head
A fleeting thought whose whispers shout to me
Forget all things and follow me instead
Waylay all doubts of how things ought to be
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And from its shadows lights excite my way
My eyes add lies this dream could not explain
As if the needs of reason didn’t stray
To parlors where the need of things abstain
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Don’t leave me comes the echo of the moon
It spreads its beam for me across the sky
Some other heart gave magic to its tune
Some other heart would have to say goodbye
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For me and now this hour’s hold leads me on
To live its kiss before its time is gone