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1888–1912
A deeper crimson in the rose, / A deeper blue in sky and sea, / And ever, as the summer goes, / A deeper loss in losing thee!
A deeper music in the strain / Of hermit-thrush from lonely tree; / And deeper grows the sense of gain / My life has found in having thee.
A deeper love, a deeper rest, / A deeper joy in all I see; / And ever deeper in my breast / A silver song that comes from thee!
Seal Harbour, August 1, 1912.