VIII
So presently, most solemnly and slowly,
Our fingers touched and caught; our lips reached forth
And with a conscious purpose smote their holy
Lives into one, and loosed their common wrath.
Unto the ends of our dead universe
Their frenzy rolled; henceforth no prince or power
Should lift the sterile strength of that one curse
Even to bring one thought to birth one hour.
For now we knew; "it is a lonely thing
To sit supreme upon the single throne;"
But being come thus far, goes glittering:
"It is a lovely thing to be alone!"
Silence! Beware to speak the fatal word
That might inweave our two-ply with a third!
Our fingers touched and caught; our lips reached forth
And with a conscious purpose smote their holy
Lives into one, and loosed their common wrath.
Unto the ends of our dead universe
Their frenzy rolled; henceforth no prince or power
Should lift the sterile strength of that one curse
Even to bring one thought to birth one hour.
For now we knew; "it is a lonely thing
To sit supreme upon the single throne;"
But being come thus far, goes glittering:
"It is a lovely thing to be alone!"
Silence! Beware to speak the fatal word
That might inweave our two-ply with a third!
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