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Hast thou longed through weary days / For the sight of one loved face?
Hast thou cried aloud for rest, / Mid the pain of sundering hours; / Cried aloud for sleep and death, / Since the sweet unhoped for best / Was a shadow and a breath?
O, long now, for no fear lowers / O'er these faint feet-kissing flowers.
O, rest now; and yet in sleep / All thy longing shalt thou keep.
Thou shalt rest and have no fear / Of a dull awaking near, / Of a life for ever blind, / Uncontent and waste and wide.
Thou shalt wake and think it sweet / That thy love is near and kind.
Sweeter still for lips to meet; / Sweetest that thine heart doth hide / Longing all unsatisfied / With all longing's answering / Howsoever close ye cling.
Thou rememberest how of old / E'en thy very pain grew cold, / How thou might'st not measure bliss / E'en when eyes and hands drew nigh.
Thou rememberest all regret / For the scarce remembered kiss.
The lost dream of how they met, / Mouths once parched with misery.
Then seemed Love born but to die, / Now unrest, pain, bliss are one, / Love, unhidden and alone.