Or what thy wave soever, all things done

Of man beneath the sun

In his despite and thine, to cross and curse

Your light and song that as with lamp and verse

Guide safe the strength of our sphered universe,

Thy breath it was, thou knowest, and none but thine,

That taught me love of one thing more divine.

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[Str. 1.

Ah, yet my youth was old

Its first years dead and cold

As last year's autumn's gold,

And all my spirit of singing sick and sad and sere,

Or ever I might behold

The fairest of thy fold

Engirt, enringed, enrolled,

In all thy flower-sweet flock of islands dear and near.

[Str. 2.

Yet in my heart I deemed

The fairest things, meseemed,

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