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Within this restless, hurried, modern world / We took our hearts' full pleasure -- You and I, / And now the white sails of our ship are furled, / And spent the lading of our argosy.
Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan, / For very weeping is my gladness fled, / Sorrow has paled my young mouth's vermilion, / And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.
But all this crowded life has been to thee / No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell / Of viols, or the music of the sea / That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.