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shall be couches whence faint odours rise,
 * Divans like sepulchres, deep and profound;

Strange flowers that bloomed beneath diviner skies
 * The death-bed of our love shall breathe around.

And guarding their last embers till the end,
 * Our hearts shall be the torches of the shrine,

And their two leaping flames shall fade and blend
 * In the twin mirrors of your soul and mine.

And through the eve of rose and mystic blue A beam of love shall pass from me to you, Like a long sigh charged with a last farewell;

And later still an angel, flinging wide The gates, shall bring to life with joyful spell The tarnished mirrors and the flames that died.