The Mortal Lease by Edith Wharton — Read

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BECAUSE the currents of our love are poured / Through the slow welter of the primal flood / From some blind source of monster-haunted mud, / And flung together by random forces stored / Ere the vast void with rushing worlds was scored -- / Because we know ourselves but the dim scud / Tossed from their heedless keels, the sea-blown bud / That wastes and scatters ere the wave has roared --