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Sometimes a sudden fount of tears jets in my heart / And oft-times golden gleams will through my being dart: / Your cry or laugh, my sweet, though we are far apart.
Above this hidden fount I bend and whisper clear / More words of fonder love than if your heart were near, / More tenderly than if my arms were round you, dear.
I feel your gay love lights such love in me afar, / I would not have you near, for eyes and lips might mar / The silence where we meet and star is lost in star.
I think of you in peace though under alien skies: / Though death itself bereft, your love in me would rise / In rainbow ripples borne from your heart in Paradise.