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| 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; | 5 |
| Yet through the fight no word of cheer; | |
| And what would win and what go down | |
| No word could help, no light make clear. | |
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| A thousand ages onward led | |
| Their joys and sorrows to that hour; | 10 |
| No wisdom weighed, no word was said, | |
| For only what we were had power. | |
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| There was no tender leaning there | |
| Of brow to brow in loving mood; | |
| For we were rapt apart, and were | 15 |
| In elemental solitude. | |
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| We knew not in redeeming day | |
| whether our spirits would be found | |
| Floating along the starry way, | |
| Or in the earthly vapours drowned. | 20 |
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| Brought by the sunrise-coloured flame | |
| To earth, uncertain yet, the while | |
| I looked at you, there slowly came, | |
| Noble and sisterly, your smile. | |
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| We bade adieu to love the old; | 25 |
| We heard another lover then, | |
| Whose forms are myriad and untold, | |
| Sigh to us from the hearts of men. | |
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