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[XXV
Vainly the days return, in vain by night]
Vainly the days return, in vain by night,—Since thou art gone!—the stars stand choir-wise;
Gaunt as a moonlit road the future lies,—
Since thou hast left me!—to the verge of sight.
Since thou art gone there is no more delight
Of life, since thou hast left me! and the skies
Of love are dark, since now between our eyes
Kindles no more the imperishable light.
Thus are the Gods revenged for what we won
Of the celestial fire! The forward way,
Our way, as must be, goes superbly on,
Heedless of our disaster. Night and day
Flash up the abyss where one eternal ray
Falls from one steadfast star—perchance a sun!
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