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And for those two, your pilgrims without tears,
  Who prayed a largess where there was no dearth,
Forgive it to their human-happy ears: 
  Forgive it them, brown music of the Earth,
  Unknowing,—­though the wiser silence knew! 
Forgive it to the music of the spheres
  That while they walked together so, the Two
        Together,—­heard not you.

ENVOI

Beloved, till the day break,
  Leave wide the little door;
And bless, to lack and longing,
  Our brimming more-and-more.

Is love a scanted portion,
  That we should hoard thereof?—­
Oh, call unto the deserts,
  Beloved and my Love!