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“WELL, WE HAVE LOVED”
Well, we have loved, and that is past;
'Tis certain we shall love no more:
The light which youth around us cast
Time's colder hand will ne'er restore:
Joys have we known—but they are o'er—
They never can be ours again;
Yet better so than to deplore
Youth's power to bless possessed in vain.
'Tis certain we shall love no more:
The light which youth around us cast
Time's colder hand will ne'er restore:
Joys have we known—but they are o'er—
They never can be ours again;
Yet better so than to deplore
Youth's power to bless possessed in vain.
We have been happy: that at least
Was something, though 'tis nothing now
Was something, though 'tis nothing now
[MS. ends here.]
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