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L. “JOY AND TEARS”

When I perceived that my love would not change
But last through all the years
And over all far heights of being range,
The thought brought joy and tears.
Deep joy to think that in thy clear brown eyes
I might gaze evermore:
That love would quite outlast the solemn skies,
Outlive the sea and shore.
Sorrow to think that it might be in vain;
That love deep as the sea
Might live eternally and live in pain,—
For wilt thou still love me?