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I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, / Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; / The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night, / The East her hidden joy before the morning break, / The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away, / The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire: / O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire, / The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay: / Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat / Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, / Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest, / And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.