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IRONY.
I set my gaze upon two stars that seemed
Twin orbs of equal flame in heaven's dark height,
So close with interblended rays they beamed
From the deep dome of night.
Twin orbs of equal flame in heaven's dark height,
So close with interblended rays they beamed
From the deep dome of night.
“Oh, happy stars,” I thought, “like this to bide
Through mighty changes, lovingly withstood,
Companioned each of each, whate'er betide,
In silver sisterhood!”
Through mighty changes, lovingly withstood,
Companioned each of each, whate'er betide,
In silver sisterhood!”
Then sounded to my sense, from night's great thrall:
“On either star, this hour, there dwells a race
That knows not if the other lives at all,
So vast their sundering space!”
“On either star, this hour, there dwells a race
That knows not if the other lives at all,
So vast their sundering space!”
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