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There came a day at summer's full / Entirely for me; / I thought that such were for the saints, / Where revelations be.
The sun, as common, went abroad, / The flowers, accustomed, blew, / As if no soul the solstice passed / That maketh all things new.
The time was scarce profaned by speech; / The symbol of a word / Was needless, as at sacrament / The wardrobe of our Lord.
Each was to each the sealed church, / Permitted to commune this time, / Lest we too awkward show / At supper of the Lamb.
The hours slid fast, as hours will, / Clutched tight by greedy hands; / So faces on two decks look back, / Bound to opposing lands.
And so, when all the time had failed, / Without external sound, / Each bound the other's crucifix, / We gave no other bond.
Sufficient troth that we shall rise -- / Deposed, at length, the grave -- / To that new marriage, justified / Through Calvaries of Love!