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THE sunrise runs for Both,The East her purple trothKeeps with the hill,The noon unwinds her blueTill one breadth cover TwoRemotest still.
Nor does the night forgetA lamp for each to set,Wicks wide away,The North her blazing signEnacts in iodine,Till Both can see.
The midnight's dusky armsClasp hemispheres and homes,And soUpon her bosom, One,And One upon her hem,Both lie.
