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Now the high holocaust of hours is done	A
And all the west empurpled with their death	B
How swift oblivion drinks the fallen sun	A
How little while the dusk remembereth	B
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Though some there were proud hours that marched in mail	C
And took the morning on auspicious crest	D
Crying to fortune Back for I prevail	C
Yet now they lie disfeatured with the rest	D
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And some that stole so soft on destiny	E
Methought they had surprised her to a smile	F
But these fled frozen when she turned to see	E
And moaned and muttered through my heart awhile	F
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But now the day is emptied of them all	G
And night absorbs their life blood at a draught	H
And so my life lies as the gods let fall	G
An empty cup from which their lips have quaffed	H
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Yet see night is not by translucent ways	I
Up the grey void of autumn afternoon	J
Steals a mild crescent charioted in haze	I
And all the air is merciful as June	J
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The lake is a forgotten streak of day	H
That trembles through the hemlocks' darkling bars	K
And still my heart still some divine delay	H
Upon the threshold holds the earliest stars	K
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O pale equivocal hour whose suppliant feet	H
Haunt the mute reaches of the sleeping wind	H
Art thou a watcher stealing to entreat	H
Prayer and sepulture for thy fallen kind	H
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Poor plaintive waif of a predestined race	L
Their ruin gapes for thee Why linger here	M
Go hence in silence Veil thine orphaned face	L
Lest I should look on it and call it dear	N
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For if I love thee thou wilt sooner die	H
Some sudden ruin will plunge upon thy head	H
Midnight will fall from the revengeful sky	H
And hurl thee down among thy shuddering dead	H
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Avert thine eyes Lapse softly from my sight	H
Call not my name nor heed if thine I crave	O
So shalt thou sink through mitigated night	H
And bathe thee in the all effacing wave	O
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But upward still thy perilous footsteps fare	P
Along a high hung heaven drenched in light	H
Dilating on a tide of crystal air	P
That floods the dark hills to their utmost height	H
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Strange hour is this thy waning face that leans	Q
Out of mid heaven and makes my soul its glass	R
What victory is imaged there What means	Q
Thy tarrying smile Oh veil thy lips and pass	R
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Nay pause and let me name thee For I see	E
O with what flooding ecstasy of light	H
Strange hour that wilt not loose thy hold on me	E
Thou'rt not day's latest but the first of night	H
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And after thee the gold foot stars come thick	S
From hand to hand they toss the flying fire	T
Till all the zenith with their dance is quick	S
About the wheeling music of the Lyre	U
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Dread hour that lead'st the immemorial round	H
With lifted torch revealing one by one	A
The thronging splendours that the day held bound	H
And how each blue abyss enshrines its sun	A
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Be thou the image of a thought that fares	V
Forth from itself and flings its ray ahead	H
Leaping the barriers of ephemeral cares	V
To where our lives are but the ages' tread	H
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And let this year be not the last of youth	B
But first like thee of some new train of hours	W
If more remote from hope yet nearer truth	B
And kin to the unpetitionable powers	W

Edith Wharton

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