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SONNET II
FIRST LOVE
Hath anything been ever quite so fair
As first love, though the lengthening years have brought
Result of labour, red-ripe fruit of thought,
And new glad summers full of fragrant air?
The swift years pass us. Doth each swift year bear
Our spirits nearer to the goals we sought?
Though we have wrestled, suffered, toiled and fought,
Doth any aureole rest upon our hair?
As first love, though the lengthening years have brought
Result of labour, red-ripe fruit of thought,
And new glad summers full of fragrant air?
The swift years pass us. Doth each swift year bear
Our spirits nearer to the goals we sought?
Though we have wrestled, suffered, toiled and fought,
Doth any aureole rest upon our hair?
The sweetest crown of all the crowns life brings
Is just to feel love very close indeed:
Love, the true God who lives within each creed
And folds around the whole world guardian wings.
As towards new hills and blossomless we speed
It is not hope, 'tis memory that sings!
Is just to feel love very close indeed:
Love, the true God who lives within each creed
And folds around the whole world guardian wings.
As towards new hills and blossomless we speed
It is not hope, 'tis memory that sings!
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