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 Rh Their beauty dropped out of the loneliness Of body and soul.

The lovers' heart knows that.

It must be that the terror in their eyes Is memory or foreknowledge of the hour When all is fed with light and heaven is bare.

When the moon's full those creatures of the full Are met on the waste hills by country men Who shudder and hurry by: body and soul Estranged amid the strangeness of themselves,