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If the stars fell; night's nameless dreams

  Of bliss and blasphemy came true,

If skies were green and snow were gold,

  And you loved me as I love you;

O long light hands and curled brown hair,

  And eyes where sits a naked soul;

Dare I even then draw near and burn

  My fingers in the aureole?

Yes, in the one wise foolish hour

  God gives this strange strength to a man.

He can demand, though not deserve,

  Where ask he cannot, seize he can.

But once the blood's wild wedding o'er,

  Were not dread his, half dark desire,

To see the Christ-child in the cot,

  The Virgin Mary by the fire?