Night is fallen within, without

Night is fallen within, without,
——Come, Love, soon!
I am weary of my doubt.
The golden fire of the Sun is out,
—The silver fire of the Moon.

Love shall be
—A child in me
When they are cinders gray,
With the earth and with the sea,
With the star that shines on thee,
—And the night and day.
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