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 Of looks that fail and lips that chill, —All the drear And pallid cheats of love that kill The heart here—

Then do I dream—oh far away— Another day; Another light where truer hues, Reds and blues, Live as in living eyes and cheeks; Where love lives, And all my spirit loves and seeks Love gives.

Nay, your true heart is not this pale Thing to fail Short of such promised love as dies In such eyes: I build up all the world anew,— Nay, above, I make another world—where You Build up Love;