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XXVIII. THE SHAME.
“It is a shame that we are forced to part!”—It is a shame to pluck sweet flower from flower,
That offer incense to each other's heart;
It is a shame that dews on flowerets met
Should be dispersed by the casual wind;
It is a shame the sun should ever set,
And rob the warm world of his kiss of fire;
That ever clouds before the stars should lower,
And hold the earth from her intense desire
Of gazing on her sister spheres above:
But still these shames will be, and more than these,
In this still-changing world; and, therefore, Love
Must bear his sorrows with enduring mind,
Diving in his deep heart for sorrow's ease.
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