Chapter 57 No.57

Love like a clear sky spread

Bends over thy loved head,

As a new heaven bends over a new-born earth,

When the old night's womb is great

With young stars passionate

And fair new planets fiery-fresh from birth;

And moon-white here, there hot like Mars,

Souls that are worlds shine on thee, spirits that are stars.

            
            

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