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ONE LOVE

Let this be said of me, if aught be thought or uttered
When I am dead: “The heart that at her coming fluttered,
Unshaken, firm before,
True till the end remained. While all old dreams forsook him,
This one eternal dream with very sweetness shook him
As the sea's white soft foam-touch shakes the shore.
“A thousand times he dreamed of love. But once love found him,
And with an endless wreath of pain and anguish crowned him:
Once strong love held him fast.
And, when he loved, he loved,—and whom he loved he cherished
Till time and life and death, grey-haired and pallid, perished;
One love was fadeless till the very last.”
1885.