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If Death should come to me to-night, and say: / "I weigh thy destiny; behold, I give / One little day with this thy love to live, / Then, my embrace; or, leave her for alway,
And thou shalt walk a full array of years; / Upon thee shall the world's large honours fall, / And praises clamorous shall make for all / Thy strivings rich amends. " If in my ears
Thou saidst, "I love thee! " I would straightway cry, / "A thousand years upon this barren earth / Is death without her: for that day I die,
And count my life for it of poorest worth."
Love's reckoning is too noble to be told / By Time's slow fingers on its sands of gold.