Though I am faithful to my loves lived through,
And place them among Memory’s great stars,
Where burns a face like Hesper: one like Mars:
Of visages I get a moment’s view,
Sweet eyes that in the heaven of me, too,
Ascend, tho’ virgin to my life they passed.
Lo, these within my destiny seem glassed
At times so bright, I wish that Hope were new.
A gracious freckled lady, tall and grave,
Went, in a shawl voluminous and white,
Last sunset by; and going sow’d a glance.
Earth is too poor to hold a second chance;
I will not ask for more than Fortune gave:
My heart she goes from—never from my sight!
(George Meredith)
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