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ELEGY

SINCE I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near,
     And I am of it, the small sharp stars are quite near,
     The white moon going among them like a white bird
         among snow-berries,
     And the sound of her gently rustling in heaven like
         a bird I hear.

     And I am willing to come to you now, my dear,
     As a pigeon lets itself off from a cathedral dome
     To be lost in the haze of the sky, I would like to
         come,
     And be lost out of sight with you, and be gone like
         foam.

     For I am tired, my dear, and if I could lift my feet,
     My tenacious feet from off the dome of the earth
     To fall like a breath within the breathing wind
     Where you are lost, what rest, my love, what rest!