Alone: 13 -

On lovers loving in the silent night

The holy spirit of spotless God descends

And with their souls magnificently blends,

Till as their lips touch lo! their souls are white,

And as their eyes meet lo! those eyes are bright

With the eternal power God's spirit sends:

Far-off from home, apart from fame or friends,

They rest in God's unutterable light.

O love, we were unspeakably alone

With Love and God: thou wast alone with me,

And I with God who claimed us for his own,

And thou with God, and I alone with thee, —

While both were summoned to some mystic throne

By the great wind of greeting from the sea.

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