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In vain my verse I plane and bevel,
Like Banville's rhyming devotees;
In vain by many an artful swivel
Lug in my meaning by degrees;
I'm sure to hear my Henley cavil;
And grovelling prostrate on my knees,
Devote his body to the seas,
His correspondence to the devil!
CLXXXV
ALL things on earth and sea,
All that the white stars see,
Turns about you and me.
And where we two are not,
Is darkness like a blot
And life and love forgot.
But when we pass that way,
The night breaks into day,
The year breaks into May.
The earth through all her bowers
Carols and breathes and flowers
About this love of ours.
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