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Last night I saw the warm white Southern moon / Sail upward through a smoky amber sea; / Orion stood in silver majesty / Where the gold-girdled sun takes rest at noon.
I slept; I dreamed. Against a sunset sky / I saw thee stand all garmented in white; / With hand stretched to me, and there in thy sight / I went to meet thee; but I heard thee cry:
"We stand apart as sun from shining sun; / Thou hast thy place; there rolleth far and near / A sea between; until life's all be done
Thou canst not come, nor I go to thee, dear."
Methought I bowed my head to thy decree, / And donned the mantle of my misery.