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Shake out your hair about me, so,
That I may feel the stir and
Of those vague odours come and
The way our kisses went.
Night gave this priceless hour of love,
But now the dawn steals in apace,
And amorously bends
The wonder of your face."Farewell" between our kisses creeps,
You fade, a ghost, upon the air;
Yet ah! the vacant place still
The odour of your hair.
Arthur Symons
Arthur William Symons (28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945), was a British poet, critic and magazine editor.
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