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Not as two errant spheres together grind / With monstrous ruin in the vast of space, / Destruction born of that malign embrace, / Their hapless peoples all to death consigned -- / Not so when our intangible worlds of mind, / Even mine and yours, each with its spirit race / Of beings shadowy in form and face, / Shall drift together on some blessed wind.
No, in that marriage of gloom and light / All miracles of beauty shall be wrought, / Attesting a diviner faith than man's; / For all my sad-eyed daughters of the night / Shall smile on your sweet seraphim of thought, / Nor any jealous god forbid the banns.