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Слушать(AI)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!
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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