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VII.

[Thy presence is the sun. Yet since the swift]

Thy presence is the sun. Yet since the swift
Insistance of strong fate compels me turn
My face unto the land where I shall learn
By loss of thee the value of Love's gift;
Since in the sky thy light no more shall lift
Its beam afront, but on my shoulder burn
Like some familiar hand which may not earn
Answer of look or smile by any shift;—
I lose thee; but not wholly. For I see
Thy light fall past me down the shining ways
On all this happy land of grass and tree
And cloud, which takes thy semblance from its rays,
Where'er th' invisual sun of memory
Upon the actual world about me plays.