I see the night For Tom Leech I see the night coming silent as moonbeams, not across the face of the sea, nor along the haggard brows of mountains but closely, found in my thoughts of you. I see the star pausing at it's height, not above the birth of a saviour, nor pulsing, nor flowering at night time but starkly, among our withering faces. And I feel your heart friend, dearly, not in the memory of madnesses, nor quickly, not fleeting in fancy but fiercely, found in a furnace of dreams.
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