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If she would come, now, and say, "What will you Lover?" -- / She who has the fairest gifts of all the earth to give -- / Think you I should ask some tremendous thing to prove her, / Her life, say, and all her love, so long as she might live? / Should I touch her hair? her hands? her garments, even? / Nay! for such rewards the gods their own good time have set! / Once, these were "all" mine: the least, poor one was heaven: / Now, lest she remember, I pray that she forget.
Merely should I ask -- ah! she would not refuse them / Who still seems very kind when I meet with her in dreams -- / Only three of our old days, and -- should she help to choose them / Would the first not be in April, beside the sudden / streams?. / Once, upon a morning, up the path that we had taken, / We saw Spring come where the willow-buds are grey; / Heard the high hills, as with tread of armies, shaken; / Felt the strong sun -- O, the glory of that day!