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(AFTER READING FROM SHAKESPEARE)
Night, thou art heavy, with no stars to chain / Thy darkness unto heaven, that thy feet / May dance along these cliffs in gay retreat / Of the pursuing sea; heavy as pain / Where eyes see not the end, or tears that stain / The joy of him who conquers by defeat; / Or this dark sea whose heart doth climb and beat / The stones that make no sign, then falls again.
Cry with the night and wrestle with the wave, / Ye two-edged winds that cut this shore and me; / I warm me still with thinking of a grave / That can not hold the dust's eternal part; / For here across the centuries and the sea, / A dead hand lies like flame upon my heart.