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Through the round window above, the deep palpable blue, / The wan bright moon, and the sweet stinging breath of the sea; / And below, in the shadows, thine eyes like stars, / And Love brooding low, and the warm white glory of thee.
Oh, soft was the song in my soul, and soft beyond thought / were thy lips, / And thou wert mine own, and Eden reconquered was mine / And the way that I go is the way of thy feet, and the breath / that I breathe, / It hath being from thee and life from the life that is thine!