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Love, to your face farewell now, Pillowed a flower on flowers; Eyes, white-weighed with a spell now; Lips, with nothing to tell now, That bade adieu to ours.

Dear, is your soul so daggered There by a world that hates? Love—is he ever laggard? Hope—is her face so haggard? You, who are one with the Fates?

Never to wait to-morrow Under such worldly skies! Never to sleep with sorrow! Hour by hour to borrow Joy that has only sighs!

Sweet, farewell forever; And a burning tear or two— Will they reach your knowledge ever, And touch through the dreams that sever My life from the life of you?

O Life, in my flesh so fearful Medicine me this pain! Thy eyes with a science cheerful, But mine, with a mystery tearful, Tearful and slumber-fain.

Love, to your lips farewell now— Your spirit through them I kiss; Lips—so sealed with a spell now! Lips, with nothing to tell now, But this! but this! but this!...