| silently if,out of not knowable |
| night's utmost nothing,wanders a little guess |
| (only which is this world)more my life does |
| not leap than with the mystery your smile |
| sings or if(spiraling as luminous |
| they climb oblivion)voices who are dreams, |
| less into heaven certainly earth swims |
| than each my deeper death becomes your kiss |
| losing through you what seemed myself,i find |
| selves unimaginably mine;beyond |
| sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears |
| yours is the light by which my spirit's born: |
| yours is the darkness of my soul's return |
| - you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars |
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