DISSONANCE THEN SILENCE
Both being cowards, and pulses ice,Knowing each, the other's paradise;
Wanton with anguish and wry bliss—Bruised the too great love with a death's kiss;
As eyes closed cruel blind, and ecstasyWeeping and ceasing to weep, went free
To come again in circles, lesseningBut widening the span of ancient pain:
There being pain for tasting paradise,And pain for lack of it; pain twice;
And the last pain: to see the flying moon,To be immobile and to make no moan.
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