In noon-tide hours, O Love , secure and strong ,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire ,and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my conquering song.
I need thee not , I am content with these:
Keep silence in thy soul , beyond the seas!
But in the desolate hour of midnight , when
An ecstasy of starry silence sleeps
And my soul hungers for thy voice, O then,
Love , like the magic of wild melodies ,
Let thy soul answer mine
across the seas.
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