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RomanticThomas H. Spence

When Roses Bloom in June

When roses bloom in June, they say, And summer's night is softly dim, Such bliss shall sweep across this earth As neither brush nor pen can limn. But June, tonight, is far away, While you are sweetly near to me; So ‘mid the hurl of wintry storm My heart shall sing this song to thee: Let roses wait the warmth of June, Till seasons set for them appear; I can forget the drifting snow So long as thou, My Love, art near; And when the winter leads to spring, Or spring is lost in summer's night, Still shalt thou be, Beloved One, The cherished soul of my delight.
RomanticThomas H. Spence

Evening Interlude

I cannot tell why there must be such glory On mountain peaks when daylight comes to end, As stately hills, like those of mystic story, Far in the distance with the skyline blend. I cannot tell just why I can but love you, Though I recall so many, many things; Yet, like the brightness of the stars above you, When much is reckoned, much, so much, remains. As in the faint light when the night approaches, And every summit bends toward darker hue, So in thy presence let me move while living, My thoughts, my life, my love encompass you.
RomanticThomas H. Spence

Night Song for the Sea

There may be brighter stars in some sky shining, I cannot tell; yet this I know and sure, There is no star in all the heavens repining For such a one as I in thee adore. There may be fairer hills beyond far ocean Where shadows rest beside the ancient trees; But there’s no heart moved by such rapt devotion As that which beats this side the homeland seas. My Love, the eve is young and you, enchanting; Nor has the earth beheld such night before, As though the skies and seas were joined in granting This bliss of ours by Carolina’s shore.

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