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When shall I see thee again?
Weary the years and so long; / When shall be buried the wrong, / Phantom-like rising between?
Seeking for surcease of pain, / Pilgrim to Lethe I came; / Drank not, for pride was too keen -- / Stung by the sound of a name.
Soft, ardent skies of my youth / Come to me over the sea, / Come in a vision to me, / Come with your shimmer and song; / Ye have known all of the truth, / Witness to both shall ye bear; / Read me the riddle of wrong, / Solve me the cords of the snare.
Love is not won in a breath, / Idle, impassioned and sure; / Why should not love then endure, / Challenging doubt to the last?
True love is true till the death, / Though it bear aloes and myrrh; / Try me and judge me, O Past, / Have I been true unto her?
What should I say if we met, / Knowing not which should forbear?
E'en if I plead would she care? -- / Sweet is the refuge of scorn.
Close by my side, O Regret / Long we have watched for the light!
Watchman, what of the morn?
Well do we know of the night.