If you were here

Leon Gellert

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If you were here
these long grey fields of space
so quaint and yet so drear,
stagnant with age, yet green with corn and palms,
would have new grace.
Could I but hear your voice and feel your arms
the glory of Egypt dawn would seem
more grand, more clear;
an ectasy unrivalled in the wildest dream,
If you were here.

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