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INDULGE no more may we / In this sweet-bitter pastime: / The love-light shines the last time / Between you, Dear, and me.
There shall remain no trace / Of what so closely tied us, / And blank as ere love eyed us / Will be our meeting-place.
The flowers and thymy air, / Will they now miss our coming? / The dumbles thin their humming / To find we haunt not there?
Though fervent was our vow, / Though ruddily ran our pleasure, / Bliss has fulfilled its measure, / And sees its sentence now.
Ache deep; but make no moans: / Smile out; but stilly suffer: / The paths of love are rougher / Than thoroughfares of stones.