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Love is a halt across the desert sand —
One night of stars to drink,
Of dear earned rest
Beneath the tropic heaven of your breast.

Then on — unswerved by weariness
Of our slow moving caravan of sense,
To further parched adventuring unguessed

Open the tent! 'Tis dawn!
I hear, I understand —
God sounds the clarion.
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