Contrasts

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No eve of summer ever can attain
  The gladness of that eve of late _July_,
  When 'mid the roses, filled with musk and rain,
  Against the wondrous topaz of the sky,
  I met you, leaning on the pasture bars,--
  While heaven and earth grew conscious of the stars.

  No night of blackest winter can repeat
  The bitterness of that _December_ night,
  When at your gate, gray-glittering with sleet,
  Within the glimmering square of window-light,
  We parted,--long you clung unto my arm,--
  While heaven and earth surrendered to the storm.

© Madison Julius Cawein