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. That night I loved you / in the candlelight.
Your golden hair / strewed the sweet whiteness of the pillows / and the counterpane.
O the darkness of the corners, / the warm air, and the stars / framed in the casement of the ships' lights!
The waves lapped into the harbour; / the boats creaked; / a man's voice sang out on the quay; / and you loved me.
In your love were the tall tree fuchsias, / the blue of the hortensias, the scarlet nasturtiums, / the trees on the hills, / the roads we had covered, / and the sea that had borne your body / before the rocks of Hartland.
You loved me with these / and with the kindness of people, / country folk, sailors and fishermen, / and the old lady who had lodged us and supped us.
You loved me with yourself / that was these and more, / changed as the earth is changed / into the bloom of flowers.