MIDNIGHT 00 ELËANORE

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The forest flowers are faded all,
The winds complain, the snow-flakes fall,
Elëanore!
I turn to thee, as to a bower: —
Thou breathest beauty like a flower,
Thou smilest like a happy hour,
Elëanore!

I turn to thee. I bless afar
Thy name, which is my guiding-star,
Elëanore!
And yet, ah God! when thou art here
I faint, I hold my breath for fear.
Art thou some phantom wandering near,
Elëanore?

Eric Mackay, Elëanore

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