The lonely beauty shines alone for him.

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And day by day the dawn or dark enfolds

And feeds with beauty eyes that cannot see

How in her womb the mighty mother moulds

The infant spirit for eternity.

FORGIVENESS

At dusk the window panes grew grey;

The wet world vanished in the gloom;

The dim and silver end of day

Scarce glimmered through the little room.

And all my sins were told; I said

Such things to her who knew not sin—

The sharp ache throbbing in my head,

The fever running high within.

I touched with pain her purity;

Sin's darker sense I could not bring:

My soul was black as night to me:

To her I was a wounded thing.

I needed love no words could say;

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