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 SLEEPING OUT: FULL MOON

They sleep within. . ..

I cower to the earth, I waking, I only.

High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely.

We have slept too long, who can hardly win

The white one flame, and the night-long crying;

The viewless passers; the world's low sighing

With desire, with yearning,

To the fire unburning,

To the heatless fire, to the nameless ecstasy! . ..

Helpless I lie.

And around me the feet of thy watchers tread.

There is a rumour and a radiance of wings above my head,

An intolerable radiance of wings. . ..

All the earth grows fire,

White lips of desire

Brushing cool on the forehead, croon slumbrous things.

Earth fades; and the air is thrilled with ways,

Dewy paths full of comfort. And radiant bands,

The gracious presence of friendly hands,