Poems (Cromwell)/Release
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RELEASE
O stars, they've left me with you here,
For their conspiracy is ended.
The mockery of men extended
To the edge of this dark sphere.
For their conspiracy is ended.
The mockery of men extended
To the edge of this dark sphere.
But now men cannot do us harm.
O stars, they've left us now together;
They cannot hurt us now, whether
We feel them still across the calm
O stars, they've left us now together;
They cannot hurt us now, whether
We feel them still across the calm
Of thought, or seem to recognize
The white hands of the flatterer
In these white clouds that mildly stir
The darkness here before our eyes.
The white hands of the flatterer
In these white clouds that mildly stir
The darkness here before our eyes.
O stars, I can fear nothing more:
With you there is no loneliness.
With you, against the night, I press
My quiet spirit and adore.
With you there is no loneliness.
With you, against the night, I press
My quiet spirit and adore.