Nature makes woman

Love him?—Her human

Part's to illumine.—

Have you no answer?

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 Then, regarding him seriously, she continues:

Could I recall every joy that befell me

There in the past with its anguish and bliss,

Here in my heart it has whispered to tell me,

Those were no joys like this.

Were it not well if our love could forget them

Veiling the was with the dawn of the is?

Dead with the past we should never regret them,

Being no joys like this.

When they were gone and the Present stood speechful,

Ardent in word and in look and in kiss,

What though we know that their eyes are beseechful,

Those were no joys like this.

Is it not well to have more of the spirit,

Living for Futures where naught is amiss,

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