This hour was set the time for heaven’s descent,
Come drooping toward us on the heavy air,
The sky, that’s heaven’s seat, above us bent,
Blue faint as violet-ash; you near me there
In nether space, so drenched in goblin blue,
I could touch Hesperus as soon as you.
Now I perceive you lapt in singling light,
Washed by that blue which sucks whole planets in,
And hung like those top Jewels of the nipht,
A mournful gold too high for love to win.
And you poor brlef, poor melÌting star, you seem
Half sunk, and half to brighten on that stream.
And these rich-bodied hours of our delight
Show like a moth-wing’s substance, when the fall
Of confine-losing, blue unending night
Extracts the spirit of this temporal.
So space can pierce the crevice wide between
Fast hearts; skies deep-descended Intervene.
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