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Throughout them both. Their thickened tongues were dumb,
The pretty words of star-lore undelivered,
The pretty words that found no breath could come.

He sank into the stubble by her side,
Leaving a blankness in the upper night;
His lips leant in their urgency of pride
Towards her eyes, that made the blackness bright.
His lips spoke only to the reddened cheek,
And settled to a long-denied delight
Upon the goal they had not dared to seek.

There was a gasping silence on the crest,
While the wind whined and the thin stars passed over;
There was a gasping rapture in each breast,
And her will bent as wind bends low the clover.
And a flame rose to its magnificent noon,
And a flame vanished. Each exalted lover
Felt the mad ecstasy and the piercing tune

Of love higher than hills that brush the sky,
Of love fiercer than suns that whiten space,
Die in their high magnificence, yet die
To a still radiance in the friendly place
That seemed to promise higher ecstasy
Forever stamped on each beloved's face,
Telling them: "This is immortality."

Unseen, while love's proud beacon flared and swept
Across their hearts, a sudden sullen glow
Had lifted over the hill beyond, and crept,
Diminishing yet brightening, in slow
And stately curving path so high, and then
Bent back toward the dimness, slid below
The unlit bulk of the huge hills again.

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