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No, my soul has never tired of you!

In the time of June you said to me: "If I thought, beloved, if I thought That my love would ever weary you, With my sad thoughts and my lonely heart, No matter where, I should depart...."

And sweetly sought the kiss I gave anew.

And you said again: "One loses everything, life would repay; What though it be of gold, The chain That in one harbour's ring can hold Our human ships to-day?"

And sweetly wept for pain you could not say.

And you said Again and yet again: "Let us separate, before we be untrue; Our life's too pure and high To draw it out from fault to fault, and drain It wearily away...." You sought to fly From me whose desperate hands strove to retain.

No, my soul has never tired of you!