Of night a dirge how sweet
For even Venus from
Her lordly cave
Opens her haunting eyes
And sings to meet:
Sad voices and sad words!
In them Beauty lurks
And makes her palaces:
And Art and Artistry
There their tricks play and
Ply
In silence-mute without a word
To say
In deepest night till the full
Break of day!
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