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IF TRULY.
If truly thou art still the same,
Deep-eyed, soft-speaking as of old;
If nothing strange or sad or cold,
Nothing that hints of tears untold,
Nothing that one might name or might not name,
Meeting thee after these flown years, be seen,
To mar the accustomed sweetness of thy mien,
Then surely 'tis not mine to chide
Harsh fate, being satisfied!
Deep-eyed, soft-speaking as of old;
If nothing strange or sad or cold,
Nothing that hints of tears untold,
Nothing that one might name or might not name,
Meeting thee after these flown years, be seen,
To mar the accustomed sweetness of thy mien,
Then surely 'tis not mine to chide
Harsh fate, being satisfied!
If truly thou art happy, this
Alone suffices, love, to me!
If all that I might ever be
That other now has grown; if he
Awakes the pure deep thrills of utter bliss
I had believed one only could awake;
If he has found the secret that can make
Thy days to music glide,—
Enough ... I am satisfied!
Alone suffices, love, to me!
If all that I might ever be
That other now has grown; if he
Awakes the pure deep thrills of utter bliss
I had believed one only could awake;
If he has found the secret that can make
Thy days to music glide,—
Enough ... I am satisfied!
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