all Is darkened with a vain desire. And every picture’s fading fast, Of fair Jehanne, or Cydalise. Lo, the white shadows hurrying past, Below the boughs of dripping trees!

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Ah rise, and march, and look not back, Now the long way has brought us here; We may not turn and seek the track To the old Château de Souvenir!

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Adrift, with starlit skies above, With starlit seas below, We move with all the suns that move, With all the seas that flow: For, bond or free, earth, sky, and sea, Wheel with one central will, And thy heart drifteth on to me, And only Time stands still.

Adrift

Between two shores of death we drift, Behind are things forgot, Before, the tide is racing swift To shores man knoweth not. Above, the sky is far and cold, Below, the moaning sea Sweeps o’er the loves that were of old, But thou, Love, love thou me.

p. 23Ah, lonely are the ocean ways, And dangerous the deep, And frail the fairy barque that strays Above the seas asleep. Ah, toil no more with helm or oar, We drift, or bond or free, On yon far shore the breakers roar, But thou, Love, love thou me!

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p. 24LOST LOVE

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Who wins his Love shall lose her, Who loses her shall gain, For still the spirit woos her, A soul without a stain; And Memory still pursues her With longings not in vain!

Who

He loses her who gains her, Who watches day by day The dust of time that stains her, The griefs that leave her grey, The flesh that yet enchains her Whose grace hath passed away!

Oh, happier he who gains not The Love some seem to gain: p. 25The joy that custom stains not Shall still with him remain, The loveliness 

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