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Midsummer midnight skies, Midsummer midnight influences and airs, The shining sensitive silver of the sea Touched with the strange-hued blazonings of dawn:

And all so solemnly still I seem to hear The breathing of Life and Death, The secular Accomplices, Renewing the visible miracle of the world.

The wistful stars Shine like good memories. The young morning wind Blows full of unforgotten hours As over a region of roses. Life and Death

Sound on — sound on.... And the night magical, Troubled yet comforting, thrills As if the Enchanted Castle at the heart Of the wood's dark wonderment

Swung wide his valves and filled the dim sea-banks With exquisite visitants: Words fiery-hearted yet, dreams and desires With living looks intolerable, regrets

Whose voice comes as the voice of an only child Heard from the grave: shapes of a Might-Have-Been — Beautiful, miserable, distraught — The Law no man may baffle denied and slew.

The spell-bound ships stand as at gaze To let the marvel by. The grey road glooms... Glimmers... goes out... and there, O there where it fades, What grace, what glamour, what wild will,

Transfigure the shadows? Whose, Heart of my heart, Soul of my soul, but yours? Ghosts — ghosts — the sapphirine air Teems with them even to the gleaming ends

Of the wild day-spring! Ghosts, Everywhere — everywhere — till I and you At last — dear love, at last!— Are in the dreaming, even as Life and Death,

Twin-ministers of the unoriginal Will.