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37
XXIX.
[Sweetest, I have not slept these two nights past]
Sweetest, I have not slept these two nights pastFor dreaming of thy deep delicious eyes.
I have not slept: youth, mystic, rapturous, lies
By Love and Hope; but manhood sees the vast
Dim formless future of love overcast,
The clear hard iron-blue of awful skies,
Where dismal starlight with deep darkness vies,
That bodes of death and severance at the last.
So manhood lies upon his anguished couch
'Neath Love the pale Destroyer's brooding wings,
Mingling high ecstasies with dreams of Death.
Dim Fear and tortured Pity by him crouch,
And wild regret her hands in anguish wrings,
And frantic Desolation gasps for breath.
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