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The Perfect Present

SO I have kissed you!

And this hour is mine.

Its light along the level future lasts,

It crowns a drab eternity of Pasts!

Here soul and soul have crossed the

Of self, and merged.

No years can e'er

This hour from us!

What though to-morrow

The memory out, and your cold glance

With this day's rich red lips, need I repine?

No.

I have kissed you!

And the brief warm

Born of our lips perfumes eternity.

From the long loneliness that

Stretches behind, before,

I am

To cull this blossom of one perfect hour —To snatch one star from Time's deep firmament!

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Arthur Henry Adams

Arthur Henry Adams (6 June 1872 – 4 March 1936) was a journalist and author. He started his career in New Zealand, though he spent most of it in…

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