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In the black pool of the midnight Lugh has slung the Morning Star, / And its foam in rippling silver whitens into day afar / Falling on the mountain rampart piled with pearl above our glen, / Only you and I, beloved, moving in the fields of men.
In the dark tarn of my spirit, Love, the Morning Star is lit; / And its halo, ever brightening, lightens into dawn in it.
Love, a pearl-grey dawn in darkness, breathing peace without desire; / But I fain would shun the burning terrors of the mid-day fire.
Through the faint and tender airs of twilight star on star may gaze, / But the eyes of light are blinded in the white flame of the days, / From the heat that melts together oft a rarer essence slips, / And our hearts may still be parted in the meeting of the lips.
What a darkness would I gaze on when the day had passed the west, / If my eyes were dazed and blinded by the whiteness of a breast?
Never through the diamond darkness could I hope to see afar / Where beyond the pearly rampart burned the purer Evening Star.