Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty;
Shed no beams upon my weak heart.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Not your golden days
Nor your silver nights
Can call me to you.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Here I stay and wait

Stephen Crane,
1905

The Black Riders and Other Lines: XXII || The Black Riders and Other Lines: XXIV

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