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The fire of love was burning, yet so low / That in the peaceful dark it made no rays, / And in the light of perfect-placid days / The ashes hid the smouldering embers' glow.
Vainly, for love's delight, we sought to throw / New pleasures on the pyre to make it blaze: / In life's calm air and tranquil-prosperous ways / We missed the radiant heat of long ago.
Then in the night, a night of sad alarms, / Bitter with pain and black with fog of fears / That drove us trembling to each other's arms, / Across the gulf of darkness and salt tears / Into life's calm the wind of sorrow came, / And fanned the fire of love to clearest name.