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In
Divers Tones
by
Charles G.D. Roberts
Edited
by Tracy Ware
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DARK
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Now,
for the night is hushed and blind with rain,
My soul desires communion, Dear,
with thee.
But hour by hour my spirit gets
not free,—
Hour by still hour my longing strives in vain.
The thick dark hems me, ev’n to the restless
brain.
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The
wind’s confusion vague encumbers me.
Ev’n passionate memory,
grown too faint to see
Thy features, stirs not in her straitening chain.
And thou, dost thou too feel this strange divorce
Of will from power? The spell
of night and wind,
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Baffling
desire and dream, dost thou too find?
Not distance parts us, Dear; but this dim force,
Intangible, holds us helpless,
hushed with pain,
Dumb with the dark, blind with
the gusts of rain!
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