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The Stroll.

Do you remember the diadem
Of purple cliff where we stood together,
Beneath the canopied golden weather,
And saw the lanskip gleam like a gem?
Saw burnished river, meadow and vales,
The lustrous domes of emerald highland,
The topaz strand of the distant island,
The turquoise mere and the pearly sails?
The pageant flashed like a jeweled dream;
But your enchantment doubled the splendor;
You cast the glory, mighty and tender,
Of love on forest, meadow and stream.

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Far into heaven I soared the while;
Frail as you seemed, you had seraph pinions;
You bore me to fanes in starry dominions;
You made me god with merely your smile.
You made me god, companioned with you—
Ashtar and Adon—sister and brother;
But not alike divine to each other;
I was the sham god; you were the true.
Do you remember—Alas, alas!
'Tis I, and I alone, who remember;
That hour, to you, is a perished ember,
A withered nosegay, an emptied glass.