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OUR LOVE-CROWN

Not through the rose-hung honeyed ways
Of kisses soft and songs and lays
Thou followest me,—
But by far lonely foam-filled bays
Of sorrow's sea.
Through self-denial and the extreme
Repression of love's fiery dream
Thou followest on:
Far heights before us rise and gleam,—
We climb alone.
Not ours the daily chequered life,
Chequered but sweet, of man and wife,
But ours the strange
Wild ways of lonely constant strife
That knows no change.

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Not ours to meet save in the bliss
Of sacrifice, the pale-lipped kiss
From cross to cross:
This is our life's one love-crown, this,—
All else is loss.