Radclyffe Hall

1880 - 1943 / Bournemouth, Hampshire

To――― - Poe

The sun has set; Beloved see that star,
Wan with desire, pale in the afterglow,
Above the hill top hanging very low,
As though she stooped from her high regions far
To kiss this earth, because she loved it so !

While I, I feel the trembling touch of you,
Feel the dim magic of your eyes on me,
As though two stars had fallen in the sea,
And drowned themselves in his rejoicing blue,
Lighting his soul through all eternity !
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