I think I hear her still Hidden beneath the palms Her voice so warm and clear Like doves in tender psalms. Oh night of spellbound fire Divine and aching thrill Oh memory so bright, Wild desire, fragile dream! By silver, starry light I think I see her yet Parting her veils of white In evening’s gentle breath. Oh night of spellbound fire Divine and aching thrill Oh memory so bright Wild desire, fragile dream! Enchanting memory! Enchanting memory
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