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AS the dawn loves the sunlight I love thee;" As men that shall be swallowed of the sea Love the sea's lovely beauty; as the night That wanes before it loves the young sweet light, And dies of loving; as the worn-out noon Loves twilight, and as twilight loves the moon That on its grave a silver seal shall set— We have loved and slain each other, and love yet. Slain; for we live not surely, being in twain: In her I lived, and in me she is slain, Who loved me that I brought her to her doom, Who loved her that her love might be my tomb. As all the streams on earth and all fresh springs And sweetest waters, every brook that sings, Each fountain where the young year dips its wings First, and the first-fledged branches of it wave, Even with one heart's love seek one bitter grave. From hills that first see bared the morning's breast And heights the sun last yearns to from the west,