Sunlit Hours — That Love Within Our Eyes May Be

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That love within our eyes may be Uttered with all clarity;

Oh, let us cleanse our looks from those That chose The way of life's brutality.

The dawn has flowered in red and gold, Strange softened light And mist;

It seems as though some tender down of gold And silver through the twilight kissed, With dim caresses, all our garden-ways;

Our mysterious lake displays Its trembling sheen of golden light;

Beneath the trees swoon birds in emerald flight;

And dawn, from off the gloomy plain, the hillside steep, Doth sweep The last grey ashes of unwilling night.