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VI.—IT MAY BE.
It may be that the lovers of the days
To come, shall far excel our feeble speech,
Our feeble thought,—that they with ease shall reach
Summits we dream not of, or see to praise
Not to possess:—it may be that the lays
Of future years shall be to ours divine
Indeed: that lovers' happy eyes shall shine
Godlike: that love shall traverse novel ways.
To come, shall far excel our feeble speech,
Our feeble thought,—that they with ease shall reach
Summits we dream not of, or see to praise
Not to possess:—it may be that the lays
Of future years shall be to ours divine
Indeed: that lovers' happy eyes shall shine
Godlike: that love shall traverse novel ways.
But yet we know that all our love was true,
And that for us once shone fair passion's day;
That once love's awful holy dream was new,
And that at least one tender red-rose spray
Fell to our lot; that once high heaven was blue
For us, and once at least life's music gay.
And that for us once shone fair passion's day;
That once love's awful holy dream was new,
And that at least one tender red-rose spray
Fell to our lot; that once high heaven was blue
For us, and once at least life's music gay.
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