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LXXIX. EACH NIGHT

Each night I think: “To-day has brought me one day nearer
To seeing thee again,”—and still the thought grows clearer
The sadder that it grows.
For if again in life mine eyes should find thee never,
Each day brings nearer death; and, after death, for ever
With happier waves the heart's deep love-song flows.
Yes: after death strange stars that mocked us in our lifetime
Sail within reach, and even the great sea's stormy strife-time
Sinks to superb repose.
And God whose hand can make the loveliest flower diviner,
Artist unequalled yet, omnipotent designer,
Creates for love an unattempted rose.