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56
XLVIII.
[Lo the same moon, that lights one dreamy sky]
Lo the same moon, that lights one dreamy sky,Doth look upon two lovers, as they stray
By a calm stream through the yet unmown hay,
Where the still gleaming surface slipping by
Mirrors the trustful cheek, so soft and shy,
At rest on the strong shoulder: and that ray
Makes legible the letters that betray
The secret of a suicide's agony.
These two men loved her: in their horoscope
One love-light shines with mocking tenderness
On this one's brief delight, that other's tomb.
So is it ever;—Paradise laid ope
For twain; but outside in the wilderness
A third soul wanders through eternal gloom.
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