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Love that is dead and buried, yesterday / Out of his grave rose up before my face, / No recognition in his look, no trace / Of memory in his eyes dust-dimmed and grey. / While I, remembering, found no word to say, / But felt my quickened heart leap in its place; / Caught afterglow thrown back from long set days, / Caught echoes of all music passed away. / Was this indeed to meet? -- I mind me yet / In youth we met when hope and love were quick, / We parted with hope dead, but love alive: / I mind me how we parted then heart sick, / Remembering, loving, hopeless, weak to strive: -- / Was this to meet? Not so, we have not met.