Part 2 — "ALL LAST NIGHT"
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All last night I had quiet In a fragrant dream and warm: She had become my Sabbath, And round my neck, her arm.
I knew the warmth in my dreaming; The fragrance, I suppose, Was her hair about me, Or else she wore a rose.
Her hair, I think; for likest Woodruffe 'twas, when Spring Loitering down wet woodways Treads it sauntering.
No light, nor any speaking; Fragrant only and warm. Enough to know my lodging, The white Sabbath of her arm.
Lascelles Abercrombie [1881-