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VI
I HAD no more imagined love
Than dreams the moonflower of its blue.
What sun that warmed its shielding glove,—
What long blind eve that gave it dew,
Than dreams the moonflower of its blue.
What sun that warmed its shielding glove,—
What long blind eve that gave it dew,
Could tell that hueless folded thing
Of shining texture silken-loomed,
Or say what marveling birds would sing
The morning that it thrilled and bloomed?
Of shining texture silken-loomed,
Or say what marveling birds would sing
The morning that it thrilled and bloomed?
Always it knew in groping thought
Some end would come, some bloom must be,
The blind fulfilment that it wrought
Was strained from darkness restlessly;
Some end would come, some bloom must be,
The blind fulfilment that it wrought
Was strained from darkness restlessly;
Till exquisite completion willed
The answered bud, the dream put by,
And left the flower all sunned, and stilled
With sudden wonder of the sky.
The answered bud, the dream put by,
And left the flower all sunned, and stilled
With sudden wonder of the sky.
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