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Give me to-night to hide me in the shade, / That neither moon nor star / May see the secret place where I am laid, / Nor watch me from afar.
Let not the dark its prying ghosts employ / To peer on my retreat, / And see the fragments of my broken toy / Lie scattered at my feet.
I fashioned it, that idol of my own, / Of metal strange and bright; / I made my toy a god -- I raised a throne / To honour my delight.
This haunted byway of the grove was lit / With lamps my hand had trimmed, / Before the altar in the midst of it / I kept their flame undimmed.
My steps turned ever to the hidden shrine; / Aware or unaware, / My soul dwelt only in that spot divine, / And now a wreck lies there.
Give me to-night to weep -- when dawn is spread / Beyond the heavy trees, / And in the east the day is heralded / By cloud-wrought companies,
I shall have gathered up my heart's desire, / Broken, destroyed, adored, / And from its splinters, in a deathless fire, / I shall have forged a sword.