The Morning Star and the Evening Star
Are the same star,
Dawn and dusk, the same twilight.
There passes between Light and Dark
A space where Venus shines,
In the early morning, as birds sing,
In the late evening, as crickets chirp,
As you close your eyes, lover,
And dream of Eternal Rest
In the House of Peace.
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