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Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; / Tie up the broken threads of that old dream, / And go on happy as before, and seem / Lovers again, though all the world may scoff.
Let us forget the graves which lie between / Our parting and our meeting, and the tears / That rusted out the gold-work of the years, / The frosts that fell upon our gardens green.
Let us forget the cold, malicious Fate / Who made our loving hearts her idle toys, / And once more revel in the old sweet joys / Of happy love. Nay, it is not too late!
Forget the deep-ploughed furrows in my brow; / Forget the silver gleaming in my hair; / Look only in my eyes! Oh! darling, there / The old love shone no warmer then than now.
Down in the tender deeps of thy dear eyes / I find the lost sweet memory of my youth, / Bright with the holy radiance of thy truth, / And hallowed with the blue of summer skies.
Tie up the broken threads and let us go, / Like reunited lovers, hand in hand, / Back, and yet onward, to the sunny land / Of our To Be, which was our Long Ago.