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  Do you rememberHow night after night swept level and lowOverhead, at home, and had not one star,Nor one narrow gate for the moon to go  Forth to her field of November.
  And you remember,How towards the north a red blot on the skyBurns like a blotch of anxietyOver the forges, and small flames ply  Like ghosts the shadow of the ember.
  Those were the daysWhen it was awful autumn to me,When only there glowed on the dark of the skyThe red reflection of her agony,  My beloved smelting down in the blaze
  Of death—my dearestLove who had borne, and was now leaving me.And I at the foot of her cross did suffer  My own gethsemane.
  So I came to you,And twice, after great kisses, I sawThe rim of the moon divinely riseAnd strive to detach herself from the raw  Blackened edge of the skies.
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