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[XII
Her breast is perfumed and profound as sleep]
Her breast is perfumed and profound as sleep;Her fervent, mythic face is clear and fair
And pale as light; thro' all her sombre hair
The tragic splendours of the sunset creep.
And now for me her soul and senses keep
Incessant vigil, and because we share
The journey she will neither ask nor care
Whether the ways of love be smooth or steep.
Her eyes that watch for mine are starred and strange
As tho' there lightened on her inward sight
New vistas of the soul's unfettered range;
As tho' she saw, across the passive night,
On far horizons of the seas of change,
By Love's decree made manifest, the Light!
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