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Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love. That never till Time is done. Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one

Edith Sitwell