 | Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge |  |
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[XVIII
We loved the moon in strange sweet ways]
We loved the moon in strange sweet ways,The moon that loved Endymion;
We loved the stars that one by one
Swelled thro' the sunset's golden haze.
We loved the skies of chrysoprase,
Pale violet and vermillion,—
The skies that soon must yield the sun;
We loved our proud, impassioned days.
We knew the gain of love is love,
We knew mere life is happiness,
We knew nor grief nor death can prove
That love is lost or life is less:—
We guessed the vaster scope thereof,
Closed in the cosmic consciousness.
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