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VICTORY; TO GEORGE MOORE by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON

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First Line: DOWN THE WHITE STEPS, INTO THE NIGHT, SHE CAME
Last Line: AND WENT INTO THE ROOM OF BURNING LIGHTS
Down the white steps, into the night, she came;

Wearing white roses, lit by the full moon:

And white upon the shadowy lawn she stood,
Down the white steps, into the night, she came;
Waiting and watching for the dawn's first flame,
Wearing white roses, lit by the full moon:
Over the dark and visionary wood.
And white upon the shadowy lawn she stood,
Down the white steps, into the night, she came;
Waiting and watching for the dawn's first flame,
Wearing white roses, lit by the full moon.
Over the dark and visionary wood.

Down the white steps, into the night, she came;

Wearing white roses, lit by the full moon.
Night died away: and over the deep wood
Night died away: and over the deep wood
Widened a rosy cloud, a chilly flame:
Widened a rosy cloud, a chilly flame:
The shadowy lawn grew cold, and clear, and white.
The shadowy lawn grew cold, and clear, and white.
Then down she drew against her eyes her hood,
Then down she drew against her eyes her hood,
To hide away the inexorable light.
To hide away the inexorable light.
Night died away: and over the deep wood
Night died away: and over the deep wood
Widened a rosy cloud, a chilly flame.
Widened a rosy cloud, a chilly flame.

Then back she turned, and up the white steps came,

And looked into a room of burning lights.
Then back she turned, and up the white steps came,
Still slept her loveless husband his brute sleep,
And looked into a room of burning lights.
Beside the comfortless and ashen flame:
Still slept her loveless husband his brute sleep,
Her lover waited, where the wood was deep.
Beside the comfortless and ashen flame:
She turned not back: but from the white steps came,
Her lover waited, where the wood was deep.
And went into the room of burning lights.
She turned not back: but from the white steps came,

And went into the room of burning lights.







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