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Nay, but I fancy somehow, year by year / The hard road waxing easier to my feet; / Nay, but I fancy as the seasons fleet / I shall grow ever dearer to my dear.
Hope is so strong that it has conquered fear; / Love follows, crowned and glad for fear's defeat.
Down the long future I behold us, sweet, / Pass, and grow ever dearer and more near; / Pass and go onward into that mild land / Where the blond harvests slumber all the noon, / And the pale sky bends downward to the sea; / Pass, and go forward, ever hand in hand, / Till all the plain be quickened with the moon, / And the lit windows beckon o'er the lea.