id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
31712	Cawein, Madison Julius	The Garden of Dreams			.txt	text/plain	20257	1986	97	My soul shall kiss her lips' perfumes, Like some sad thought that broods here, old perfumes Each gusty door, like some dead hand, then sighs A love-word of the wind, dear, of which we'll read the rune, A love-kiss of the water we'll often stop to hear-The echoed words and kisses of our own love, my dear: And all our path shall blossom with wild-rose sweets that swoon, Loved lips and eyes and hair, The moon, like some wide rose of white, The night, like some frail flower, dawn A presence like the wind's hath passed. Like the deep love in her dark eyes, The wood-wind stirs the flowering chestnut-tree, Into her heart with love's last look and kiss?-Like some wild dream that haunts the dead A mouth of music; eyes of love; Loved eyes, long lost, and sadder than the grave? A face, the whiteness of a water-flower,	./cache/31712.txt	./txt/31712.txt