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IDST rejoicings I have wept,

And in hours when others slept,

I have looked on Horror's face,

In this place.

Now midst wailings I alone

Hush the voice of mortal sorrow,

Gaze on thee, again mine own!—

Fear no parting for the morrow.

For we meet, love, as before,

By a flame-encircled shore.

Thou once more hast stemmed the tide,

To thy bride;

And I wake at thy command

From my agony of dreaming,

And thy ring is on my hand,

And I feel its clasp redeeming!

Heart to heart again responds,

Death asunder rends my bonds,

From long exile sets me free,—

Gives me thee!