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The sunlike smile with which, in flush of youth,

Thou didst accept my greeting,—though so late,—

My love-lorn homage when the voice of Fate

Fell from thy lips, and made me twice a man

Because half thine, in that betrothal-plan

Whereof I spake, not knowing how 'twould be

When May had marr'd the prospects it began?

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Can'st thou deny that, early in the spring,

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When daisies droop'd, and birds were fain to sing,

We met, and talk'd, and walk'd, and were content

In sunlit paths? An hour and more we spent

In Keats's Grove. We linger'd near the stem

Of that lone tree on which was seen the gem

Of his bright name, there carven by himself;

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