The Unbeginning Love 299 



THE UNBEGINNING LOVE 



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Now fades the full-orbed moon below the hill, 

 Cold, sacred and serene, as if a soul 

 Unstirred by passion, undisturbed and whole, 

 Yielded its life unto the eternal will, 



Having of earth s vain transiency its fill, 

 With all its ardours in the sweet control 

 Of guides that guard it to the perfect goal, 

 Content and calm, with all its pulses still. 



But far across the heavens melts the glow 

 Of rising Venus, golden rich and warm 

 With fervent flame of inextinguished love ; 



Deep, strong, enduring, from her bosom flow 

 The heavenly glamours of all human charm 

 That draws to the eternal charm above. 



