FAIR-HAIRED am I, - a bright, capricious fay
That laughs at tears and turns away from sighs,
All habited in light, half sad, half gay,
Yet soulless, I dash down the dreams that rise
From out the soft, voluptuous couch of Night.
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I strew the seeds of Passion here and there
To bud, to grow, to die; bring joy or blight
Where blooms bold Youth, where blasts the breath of Care.
I lift the veil that hangs o'er cringing Crime,
That clings to Love, or waves o'er Mystery's bed, -
A sun-bathed maiden from some arctic clime,
A selfish goddess, beautiful but dread.
NIGHT.DARK-HAIRED am I, - all clad in sable mist
That wafts its drowsy perfumes softly o'er
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