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“And so I wrote another filled with birds, Deliberate twilight and eve’s punctual star; And made the music of that song obey The metre of my own and melody:

Only to hear that you love me, Only to feel it is true; Stars and the gloaming above me, I in the gloaming with you. Staining through violet fire, A sunset of poppy and gold, Red as a heart with desire, Rich with a secret untold.

Deep where the shadows are doubled, Deep where the blossoms are long, Listen!--deep love in the bubbled Breath of a mocking-bird’s song. You, who have made them the dearer, Drawing them near from afar!-- Stars and the heaven the nearer, Sweet, through the joy that you are.