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Rh Two solitary stars—

Unmeasured systems far

Between us roll;

But by our conscious light we are

Determined to one pole.

What need confound the sphere?—

Love can afford to wait;

For it no hour 's too late

That witnesseth one duty's end,

Or to another doth beginning lend.

It will subserve no use,

More than the tints of flowers;

Only the independent guest

Frequents its bowers,

Inherits its bequest.