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<h2> THE DECREE </h2>
<p>Last night I saw the warm white Southern moon<br/>
Sail upward through a smoky amber sea;<br/>
Orion stood in silver majesty<br/>
Where the gold-girdled sun takes rest at noon.<br/>
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I slept; I dreamed. Against a sunset sky<br/>
I saw thee stand all garmented in white;<br/>
With hand stretched to me, and there in thy sight<br/>
I went to meet thee; but I heard thee cry:<br/>
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“We stand apart as sun from shining sun;<br/>
Thou hast thy place; there rolleth far and near<br/>
A sea between; until life’s all be done<br/>
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Thou canst not come, nor I go to thee, dear.”<br/>
Methought I bowed my head to thy decree,<br/>
And donned the mantle of my misery.<br/></p>
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