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I saw her shining garments clingAround her like a moon-lit mist;
Her eyes were clear as amethyst;
Her hair was like a sea-bird's wing
Dark in the gold of evening;
And in the hushed room's narrow space
The light lay mild across her face:
She seemed as one about to sing. ...
She sang not—and without a stir
Time passed between us; and the light
Abounded, and the strength of love:
The light, the life, the strength whereof
The truth is nurtured ... while the night
Darkened and the stars lightened over her. ...
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