semblances and shadows to fulfil, Amaze, and thrill The strange, dispeopled silences of Sleep.

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After the grim daylight, Night— Night and the stars and the sea! Only the sea, and the stars And the star-shown sails and spars— Naught else in the night for me!

Over the northern height, Light— Light and the dawn of a day With nothing for me but a breast Laboured with love’s unrest, And the irk of an idle May!

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Love, which is lust, is the Lamp in the Tomb. Love, which is lust, is the Call from the Gloom.

Love, which is lust, is the Main of Desire. Love, which is lust, is the Centric Fire.

So man and woman will keep their trust, Till the very Springs of the Sea run dust.

Yea, each with the other will lose and win, Till the very Sides of the Grave fall in.

For the strife of Love’s the abysmal strife, And the word of Love is the Word of Life.

And they that go with the Word unsaid, Though they seem of the living, are damned and dead.

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Between the dusk of a summer night And the dawn of a summer day, We caught at a mood as it passed in flight, And we bade it stoop and stay. And what with the dawn of night began With the dusk of day was done; For that is the way of woman and man, When a hazard has made them one.

Arc upon arc, from shade to shine, The World went thundering free; And what was his errand but hers and mine—  The lords of him, I and she? O, it’s die we must, but it’s live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one.

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