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When Time is done at last, and the last Spring / Fadeth on earth, and thy gaze seeketh mine, / Watch well for one whose face beareth for sign / The legend of a soul's refashioning: / As I shall watch for one whose pale hands bring / The first faint violet, and know them thine / Grown pitiful and come to build Love's shrine / Where the old Aprils wait, unfaltering.
Then the great floods between us will retire, / And the long path I follow down will grow / To be the path thy climbing feet desire; / Until we meet at last, made glad, and know / The cleansing hands that made my soul as snow / Have kept alive in thine the ancient fire.