Bridled with these bells of rhyme,

Onward, like a crested wave

Thundering out of hail of Time.

X

On, till from a rosy spark

Fairy-small as gleams your hand,

Broadening as we cleave the dark,

Dawn the gates of lovers' land,

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Nearing, sweet, till breast and brow

Lifted through the purple night

Catch the deepening glory now

And your eyes the wonder-light.

XI

E'en as tow'rd your face I lean

Swooping nigh the gates of bliss,

I the king and you the queen

Crown each other with a kiss.

Riding, soaring like a song

Burn we tow'rds the heaven above,

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