LXXI
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Ye who have the stable world In the keeping of your hands. Flocks and men, the lasting hills, And the ever-wheeling stars;
Ye who freight with wondrous things 5 The wide-wandering heart of man And the galleon of the moon, On those silent seas of foam;
Oh, if ever ye shall grant Time and place and room enough 10 To this fond and fragile heart Stifled with the throb of love,
On that day one grave-eyed Fate, Pausing in her toil, shall say, “Lo, one mortal has achieved 15 Immortality of love!”