XXVI
I WILL not, and you will not. Stay!
Do you recall that night of June
When from the insufferable day
Edged out the dead volcanic moon
Solemn into the midnight? You
Shone your inviolate violet eyes
Into my eyes less sad, and drew
Back from the slender witcheries
Of word and song: and silence knew
What splendour in the silence lies,
The soul drawn back into itself.
It was the deep environing
Wood that then shielded us: the elf
And fairy in an emerald ring,
And hamadryad of the trees,
And naiad of the sleepy lake,
That watched us on the mossy leas
Look on each other’s face, and take
The secret of the universe
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