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,
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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, like a melting 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!
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[10] tenacious: clinging; holding on firmly GLOSSARY
