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A rind of light hangs low

On the rim of the world;

A sound of feet disturbs

The quiet of the cell

And proclaims the awaited guard

Where a rope and a beam looms high

At the end of the yard.

But in the lightening dusk

Of that walled yard waits a woman;

And as the Thing from its cell,

Still shackled and bruised and bound,

Crosses that pitiful space,

Silent, for ten brief steps,

A woman hangs on his neck.

And that walk from a cell to a sleep

Is commonly known as Life,

And those lingering ten

Reluctant steps

Of tangled rapture and tears

Is known as Love to men.