The Great Divide
The twilight sward stands well abloom; As wondrous as a flower's perfume,Across the heavens, stretching wide, A long arched bridge, the Great Divide,Measures steps as run the sands From sea to sea, in distant lands.The moon in splendor, rising high, Rends slow, full rivers in the sky;As roving fancies from their height, They hide the moon in magic light;Just so your soul will stand alone, The clouds of love shall be mine own.
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