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 Night held her breath, it seemed, with all her stars:
 * Eternal eyes that watched in mute compassion

Our little lives o'erleap their mortal bars,
 * Fused in the fulness of immortal passion,

A passion as immortal as the stars.

There was no longer any thee or me;
 * No sense of self, no wish or incompleteness;

The moment, rounded to Eternity,
 * Annihilated time's destructive fleetness:

For all but love itself had ceased to be.