XXIII
- Places among the stars,
- Soft gardens near the sun,
- Keep your distant beauty;
- Shed no beams upon my weak heart.
- Since she is here
- In a place of blackness,
- Not your golden days
- Nor your silver nights
- Can call me to you.
- Since she is here
- In a place of blackness,
- Here I stay and wait
- Stephen Crane.
