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 It seems as though, from calm to calm, A whole fair age had passed me by, Since first this Lover, through a charm Of flowers, wooed so tenderly, I had no fear of drawing nigh, Nor knew, indeed, that—with an arm Closed round and holding me—he led My eager way from sight to sight Of all the summer magic—right To where himself had surely spread Some pleasant snare for my delight.

And now, in an eternal sphere, Beneath one flooding look of his— Wherein, all beautiful and dear, That endless melting gold that is His love, with flawless memories Grows ever richer and more clear— My life seems held, as some faint star Beneath its sun: and through the far Celestial distances for miles, To where vast mirage futures are, I trace the gilding of his smiles.