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What matters though love's dream shall pass, / Since from the throbbing hour-glass / One golden-throated moment prest / Its attared incense to my breast.
Since I have known the purple gleam / That lifts above me -- can I deem / The way unlighted -- when I go / Encircled by love's afterglow?