„The East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend
As a man and a woman that plight
Their troth in the warm spring night.“

—  Richard Hovey, "Spring", p. 61. Compare: "Oh, East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet", Rudyard Kipling.
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