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of ease, O Love, enough of light, Enough of rest before the shadow of night. Strong Love, whom death finds feebler; kingly Love, Whom time discrowns in season, seeing thy dove Spell-stricken by the serpent; for thy sake These that saw light see night's dawn only break, Night's cup filled up with slumber, whence men think The draught more dread than thine was dire to drink. O Love, thy day sets darkling: hope and fear Fall from thee standing stern as death stands here. For what have these to do with fear or hope On whom the gates of outer darkness ope, On whom the door of life's desire is barred? Past like a cloud, their days in Joyous Gard Gleam like a cloud the westering sun stains red Till all the blood of day's blithe heart be bled And all night's heart requickened; in their eyes So flame and fade those far memorial skies, So shines the moorland, so revives the sea, Whereon they gazing mused of things to be