Page:American Poetry 1922.djvu/125

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Louis Untermeyer


Let the night be; it has neither knowledge nor pity.
    One night alone can hope to answer your fear;
Is it that which struggles and blinds us and burns
between us. . . .
    Let the night be. Close the window, belovèd.
. . . Come here.

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