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/ Passion? not hers! who held me with pure eyes: / One hand among the deep curls of her brow, / I drank the girlhood of her gaze with sighs: / She never sighed, nor gave me kiss or vow.
/ So have I seen a clear October pool, / Cold, liquid topaz, set within the sere / Gold of the woodland, tremorless and cool, / Reflecting all the heartbreak of the year.
/ Sweetheart? not she! whose voice was music-sweet; / Whose face loaned language to melodious prayer. / Sweetheart I called her. -- When did she repeat / Sweet to one hope, or heart to one despair!
/ So have I seen a wildflower's fragrant head / Sung to and sung to by a longing bird; / And at the last, albeit the bird lay dead, / No blossom wilted, for it had not heard.