But Beauty's ray in you.

THE PARTING OF WAYS

The skies from black to pearly grey

Had veered without a star or sun;

Only a burning opal ray

Fell on your brow when all was done.

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Aye, after victory, the crown;

Yet through the fight no word of cheer;

And what would win and what go down

No word could help, no light make clear.

A thousand ages onward led

Their joys and sorrows to that hour;

No wisdom weighed, no word was said,

For only what we were had power.

There was no tender leaning there

Of brow to brow in loving mood;

For we were rapt apart, and were

In elemental solitude.

We knew not in redeeming day

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