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He enters. Taking her in his arms he speaks:

They said you were dying.-- You shall not die!... Why are you crying? Why do you sigh?-- Cease that sad sighing!-- Love, it is I.

All is forgiven!-- Love is not poor; Though he was driven Once from your door, Back he has striven, To part nevermore!

Will you remember When I forget Words, each an ember, That you regret, Now in November, Now we have met?

What if love wept once! What though you knew! What if he crept once Pleading to you!-- He never slept once, Nor was untrue.

Often forgetful, Love may forget; Froward and fretful, Dear, he will fret; Ever regretful, He will regret.

Life is completer Through his control; Lifted, made sweeter, Filled and made whole, Hearing love’s metre Sing in the soul.

Flesh may not hear it, Being impure; But in the spirit, There we are sure; There we come near it, There we endure.

So when to-morrow Ceases and we Quit this we borrow, Mortality, What chastens sorrow So it may see?--

(When friends are sighing; Round one, and one Nearer is lying, Nearer the sun, When one is dying And all is done?

When there is weeping, Weary and deep,-- God’s be the keeping Of those who weep!-- When our loved, sleeping, Sleep their long sleep?--)

Love! that is dearer Than we’re aware; Bringing us nearer, Nearer than prayer; Being the mirror That our souls share.

Still you are weeping! Why do you weep?-- Are tears in keeping With joy so deep? Gladness so sweeping? Hearts so in keep?

Speak to me, dearest! Say it is true! That I am nearest, Dearest to you.-- Smile, with those clearest Eyes of gray blue.