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Last night -- how deep the darkness was!
And well I knew its depths, because / I waded it from shore to shore, / Thinking to reach the light no more.
She would not even touch my hand. -- / The winds rose and the cedars fanned / The moon out, and the stars fled back / In heaven and hid -- and all was black!
But ah! To-night a summons came, / Signed with a teardrop for a name, -- / For as I wondering kissed it, lo, / A line beneath it told me so.
And _now_ -- the moon hangs over me / A disk of dazzling brilliancy, / And every star-tip stabs my sight / With splintered glitterings of light!