 | The Triumph of Love |  |
XLI
When comes the hour of parting; when thy faceFades into darkness; when I strive to call
Its vanished features out of empty space,
But in a mist of beauty lose them all;
Then for a while the sunset of thy charm
Dies into deep, impenetrable night;
And I am haunted by a wild alarm
Lest love should ne'er unveil its hidden light.
But darkness lifts the blinding veil of day;
And, gazing upward with new-opened eyes,
I see, immeasurably far away,
Above the zenith of the midnight skies,
Thee, round whose orb all stars like planets move,—
Thee, throned and crowned, the queen of light and love.
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