To the misty end of time:

Truth has put an end to hope.

What of all the heart to love?

Sadder than for will or soul,

No light lured it on above;

Love has found itself the whole.

THE HUNTER

Twilight, a timid fawn, went glimmering by,

And night, the dark blue hunter, followed fast:

Ceaseless pursuit and flight were in the sky,

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But the long chase had ceased for us at last.

We watched together while the driven fawn

Hid in the golden thicket of the day:

We from whose hearts pursuit and flight were gone

Knew on the hunter's breast her refuge lay.

THE VISION OF LOVE

The twilight fleeted away in pearl on the stream,

And night, like a diamond dome, stood still in our dream.

Your eyes like burnished stones or as stars were bright

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