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XI.—WITHIN THE NIGHT.

Surely, within the sacred folding night
All lovers meet beneath the smiling stars,
All chains are loosened, broken are all bars—
Love is the conqueror—his the iron might.
Mute with a rapture passing speech in height
The lovers wander forth in golden cars
Of love now, no more, glaring day-flame mars—
No more the inquisitive intrusive light.
Beside dim forests or beside the sea
All lovers meet, in dream-land, and their lips
Cling close together soft and tenderly;
The hot sun's glory is love's moon-eclipse—
The tides of night doth Venus traverse; she
The wide intoxicating moonbeams sips.