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I. THE curtains now are drawn, / And the spindrift strikes the glass, / Blown up the jagged pass / By the surly salt sou'-west, / And the sneering glare is gone / Behind the yonder crest, / While she sings to me: / "O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, / And the dream that I am thy Love, be it mine, / And death may come, but loving is divine."
II. I stand here in the rain, / With its smite upon her stone, / And the grasses that have grown / Over women, children, men, / And their texts that "Life is vain"; / But I hear the notes as when / Once she sang to me: / "O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, / And the dream that I am thy Love, be it mine, / And death may come, but loving is divine. "