Lending curved cheeks, dark lips, dark eyes,
A strangeness not their own.
And, though they shut their lids to kiss,
In starless darkness peace to win,
Even on that secret world from this
Her twilight enters in.
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Down the Hill of Ludgate,
To and fro and East and WestWith people flows the street;Even the King of EnglandOn Temple Bar must beatFor leave to ride to LudgateDown the Hill of Fleet.