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[XXIII
I know
in some far, fabled place]
I know in some far, fabled place,Some land of old, immortal things,
The thrilled remembrance of our springs
Returns with spring to vex her peace.
Hearkening with pale impassioned face
As Life's faint fingers sweep the strings,
She hears an inward voice that sings
The Love too strong for Time and Space.
She knows, how much soever the loss
Of days unshared is loss indeed,
Yet stars shine up the endless sky,
That bear, from heart to heart across,
Still the foreverlasting need,
The love too greatly lived to die!
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