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 I have the colour of your hair Everywhere; I have your beauty all by heart, Cannot part From aught of you—I love you so— Though I try, I know I shall not find you though Till I die.

When I have darkened all the day, Put away The world and the world's sights and sweets —Mere deceits, The blinding blaze of the false lights That arise Between my spirit and the heights And the skies—

When I have turned from the pale face, Sickly grace, Faint hair and hue of heart, thin smiles That cover wiles