With twilight's curtain drawn so low,The evening's hush begins to grow,And in this quiet, I confessA tender, hungry hopefulness. It's not the pantry's stocked arrayThat calls my thoughts to drift and stay,But you, my sweet, my only thought—A feast of fortune I was brought. Your laughter is the sugar's dustOn skin where fleeting sunlight's thrust.I …

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