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After all -- mine is the joy / Which naught can lessen or destroy.
For love has led my flying feet / Where immortelles are springing sweet, / And everlasting skies of gold / Are memories, when earth is cold / And though our future paths should lie / Estranged, as star-ways, through the sky, / I shall not look reproof, nor find / Within this pass a charge unkind, / And lightly sorrow shall be met / For I can never know regret.