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Ah, Lovelace, what desires have sway / In the white shadow of your heart, / Which no more measures day by day, / Nor sets the years apart?
How many seasons for your sake / Have taught men over, age by age, / "Stone walls do not a prison make, / Nor iron bars a cage! " --
Since that first April when you fared / Into the Gatehouse, well content, / Caring for nothing so you cared / For honor and for Kent.
How many, since the April rain / Beat drear and blossomless and hoar / Through London, when you left Shoe Lane, / A-marching to no war!
Till now, with April on the sea, / And sunshine in the woven year, / The rain-winds loose from reverie / A lyric and a cheer.