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IX.
[How love ran on with us his varying course]
How love ran on with us his varying courseFrom distant worship on to close embrace,
Would be a tale might drench the sternest face
With pitying tears: how sweet the joy could force
Our reticence; how came the long divorce
That left our hearts alone a weary space
Moaning apart each in his prison-place;
How bitter at the end our vain remorse;
What heart-aches and what tears, what long reproach,
What disappointments, sleep-forsaken nights,
And mornings when to wake was a regret;
What long disgust to watch the sun encroach
Upon the zenith, creeping up the heights,
What loathing hate of life to see him set.
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