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46 With thee our Talmud problems good and evil, Till startled by the risen stars o'er Seville. For on the Synagogue's high-pillared porch Thou didst hold session, till the sudden sun Beyond day's purple limit dropped his torch. Then we, as dreamers, woke, to find outrun Time's rapid sands. The flame that may not scorch. Our hearts caught from thine eyes, thou Shining One. I scent not yet sweet lemon-groves in flower, But I re-breathe the peace of that deep hour. "We kissed the sacred borders of thy gown, Brow-aureoled with thy blessing, we went forth Through the hushed byways of the twilight town. Then in all life but one thing seemed of worth, To seek, find, love the Truth. She set her crown Upon thy head, our Master, at thy birth ; She bade thy lips drop honey, fired thine eyes With the unclouded glow of sun- steeped skies. Forgive me, if I dwell on that which, viewed From thy new vantage^ound, must seem a mist Of error, by auroral youth endued With alien lustre. Still in me subsist