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On The Sands

LL the air was tranced and the sea was stilled,

And we stood and dreamed of a world to be.

When it seemed to me that our souls were

With a sudden sympathy.

My life's long riddle at last I read,

And the spirit-face I had sought I knew;

All the Past's far years to this hour had

On the sands alone with you!

And you — you thought that the skies were fair.

And such twilight peace you had seldom known;

And you never guessed that a soul was

That hungered for your own!

You never knew — there was just the

Of a passioned look that would thrill me through,

But the night swept down, with its shroud of black,

And you never, never knew!

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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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