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Come Time, the anchor-hold of my desire,
My last resort whereto my hopes appeal,
Cause once the date of her disdain t'expire;
Make her the sentence of her wrath repeal

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curvèd point,—what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here co...

Cyriac, this three years' day these eyes, though clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight
Of sun or moon or star throughout the year, Or man or woman
Yet I ...

And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil
" And he answered:
Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst