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We are alone; the marriage-knot is fast;
The door is closed against the world outside.
Nothing now stands between me and my bride,
The fatal, fruitful midnight comes at last.
We grope toward a kiss; escape is past,
But for a moment may we still abide
Possessed of our own souls, and then love's tide
Sweeps us to seaward strangled and aghast.