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LOVE'S TRANQUILLITY
Dearest, our love is not of dark or bright,Or verses murmured in midnight;
Nor hath it aid from starlight or the moon,
Or music's long and splendid swoon.
Not time, nor distance over it have power,
No, nor the dead and wingless hour.
Though simple and of everyday it seem,
It holds the quality of dream.
O, it is proof against delay and death,
And hath a tranquil morning breath;
Is fragrant as the wild and wayside rose
That over grass and hedgerow blows.
It hath a very real life in the sun,
Scatheless and dateless shall it run;
Do others call it cold and without life,
Since in it is no kind of strife?
Ah no, its peace is kindled from white flame,
And from the core of fire it came.
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