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Were once again the immortal moment mine / How should I choose my path? The path I chose / (How long ago I wonder if Time knows) / Even now I see. I see the old sun shine / Upon the moss, thick strewn with fir and pine; / The open field; the orchard's even rows; / The wood again; then, where the hills unclose, / Far off at first, now near, the long-sought shrine.
O Time, how impotent thou art! Though thou / Hast taken me from all things, and all things / From me, -- although the wind of thy swift wings / Hath swept at last the shadow from her brow / Of my last kiss, yet do I triumph now / Who, choosing, paused to hear Love's counsellings.