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THE EQUINOX
Infinity—yet you and I have met.
Eternity—yet hand in hand we run.
All odds that I should lose you or forget,
But, soul and spirit and body, we are one.
Is this the child of Chance, or Law, or Will?
Is None or All or One to thank for this ?
It will not matter if thanksgiving fill
The endless empyrean with a kiss.
ALEISTER
CRO\VLEY,