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Because you never yet have loved me, dear, / Think you you never can nor ever will? / Surely while life remains hope lingers still, / Hope the last blossom of life's dying year. / Because the season and mine age grow sere, / Shall never Spring bring forth her daffodil, / Shall never sweeter Summer feast her fill / Of roses with the nightingales they hear? / If you had loved me, I not loving you, / If you had urged me with the tender plea / Of what our unknown years to come might do / (Eternal years, if Time should count too few), / I would have owned the point you pressed on me, / Was possible, or probable, or true.