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I smelled frankincense, from censers gold
Shadow-swung to a litany
Shadow-swung to a litanyGlorious! . . .
Then wild, and bold,
A Christmas storm swept over me.
I leaned out from my parapet,
Cliff-high tower, that keeps the sea:—
Arms and breast on the sill icy,
Warm arms aching to clasp and fold
One who close on my breast should be!

Pagan, thus in the Night Holy,
Breaking form of the ancient mould,
I saw God's one star poise, and swim
Over the birth of Love, in Him,
But Belovèd . . . I dreamed of thee.

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