The light in the window seemed
perpetual
Where you stayed in the high room for
me;
It flowered above the trees through
leaves
Like my certainty.
The light is fallen and you are
hidden
In sun bright peninsulas of the
sword:
Torn like leaves through Europe is
the peace
Which through me flowed
Now I climb alone to the dark room
Which hangs above the square
Where among stones and roots the
other
Peaceful lovers are.
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