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Now goes under, and I watch it go under, the sun / That will not rise again.
Today has seen the setting, in your eyes cold and senseless as the sea, / Of friendship better than bread, and of bright charity / That lifts a man a little above the beasts that run.
That this could be!
That I should live to see / Most vulgar Pride, that stale obstreperous clown, / So fitted out with purple robe and crown / To stand among his betters! Face to face
With outraged me in this once holy place, / Where Wisdom was a favoured guest and hunted / Truth was harboured out of danger, / He bulks enthroned, a lewd, an insupportable stranger / I would have sworn, indeed I swore it: / The hills may shift, the waters may decline, / Winter may twist the stem from the twig that bore it, / But never your love from me, your hand from mine.
Now goes under the sun, and I watch it go under.
Farewell, sweet light, great wonder!
You, too, farewell,-but fare not well enough to dream / You have done wisely to invite the night before the darkness came.