We sat grown quiet at the name of love; We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell About the stars and broke in days and years.
I had a thought for no one's but your ears: That you were beautiful, and that I strove To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.
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