NEW YORK & LONDON MITCHELL KENNERLEY 1913 I hastened homeward through the twilight lone While on my lips your kisses stung like flame, Burning to purest white the rose of shame That leaped between us, scarlet lipped, full blown; Within my ears your Spanish speech made moan; I saw nor mud, mist, gray, wet streets; there came As in a vision, Spain of splendid name. Your castle in Love’s Land—there, we, alone!…
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