Another: opposite as sky and lands

Another: opposite as sky and lands—
As distant too, thy beauty gleams on me.
Bend downward from thy heaven of chastity
And I will reach with earthy flickering hands.
For I am grim and stained, thou white and shrined.
'Tis better so. No common love our doom,
Half-nursed, half-forced, in common cold and gloom—
But quick, convulsively, our souls shall strike
And, in the dance of life, tumultuous wind
Like fresh and salt indeed. O thus may we
Join instantly, like to the cloud and sea
In whirling pillar!—nor meet in darkness like
Stalactite and stalagmite, ignorantly
Nearing each other, slow and of one kind.
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