This night
A perfume me envelopes
A perfume ...
Exotic...
A perfume splendid,
As if i be taken to Her
A damsel
-with dulcimer?
Still?
This night long?
Will She be playing?
Me not knowing...
Me knows not...
She knows though my thoughts,
But this night is aromatic
And me is electrostatic...
This night is turned a perfume
For the advent of a beautiful mind
Me notices how She does find
All beauties of the world...
Beauties marvel like...
Novelty wrought...
Like untasted thought...
And unsavoured perhaps
Yet savoury...
A memory of a red rose
And a white curtain singing a song
To the breeze...
(O how they together dance...)
And i find me whispering
A perfume in voice strange me carrying
'Vous etes un parfum...'
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