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Now ought we to laugh or to weep -- / Was it comical, or was it grave? / When we who had waded breast deep / In passion's most turbulent wave / Met out on an isle in Time's ocean, / With never one thrill of emotion.
We had parted in sorrow and tears; / Our letters were frequent and wet; / We wrote about pitiless years, / And we swore we could never forget. / An angel you called me alway, / And I thought you a god gone astray.