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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse
 * Again, when Celia laughed, I doubted her and said:

"Life must be led In many ways more difficult to see Than this immediate way For you and me. We stand together on our lake's edge, and the mystery Of love has made us one, as day is made of night and night of day. Conscious of one identity Within each other, we can say, 'I love you, all that you are.' We are uplifted till we touch a star. We know that overhead Is nothing more austere, more starry, or more deep to understand Than is our union, human hand in hand But over our lake comes strangers a crowded launch, a lonely sailing boy. A mile away a train bends by. In every car Strangers are travelling, each with particular And unkind preference like ours, with privacy Of understanding, with especial joy Like ours. Celia, Celia, why should there be Distrust between ourselves and them, disunity? How careful we have been To trim this little circle that we tread, To set a bar To strangers and forbid them! Are they not as we,