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 Gave a sob: at the low sob a shower of stars Broke shuddering from heaven, pale flaming, and fell Where the mid-city roared as with rumours of wars.

"Be these God's tears?" I cried, as my tears 'gan to well. "Ah, Love, I have sought thee in temples and towers, In shrines where men pray, and in marts where they sell;

"In tapestried chambers made tropic with flowers, Where amber-haired women, soft breathing of spice, Lay languidly lapped in the gold-dropping showers

"Which gladdened and maddened their amorous eyes. I have looked for thee vainly in churches where beaming The Saints glowed embalmed in a prism of dyes,