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Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this:
How in the years to come unscrupulous Time, / More cruel than Death, will tear you from my kiss, / And make you old, and leave me in my prime?
How you and I, who scale together yet
A little while the sweet, immortal height
No pilgrim may remember or forget, / As sure as the world turns, some granite night
Shall lie awake and know the gracious flame
Gone out forever on the mutual stone; And call to mind that on the day you came
I was a child, and you a hero grown? - And the night pass, and the strange morning break
Upon our anguish for each other's sake!