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 She deemed our flesh a deathless thing, And on desire an Eden reared, Forgetting that the flowers of Spring And of the flesh so soon are seared

Youth, treasure only gods may keep, Fleeting from me forever now! I cannot, when I wish to, weep, And often cry I know not how

And the others! In many climes, In so many lands, ever were Merely the pretext for my rhymes, Or heart-born fantasies of her.

I sought for the princess in vain, She that awaited sorrowing. But life is hard. Bitter with pain. There is no princess now to sing!

And yet despite the season drear, My thirst of love no slaking knows; Gray-haired am I, yet still draw near The roses of the garden-close

Youth, treasure only gods may keep, Fleeting from me forever now! I cannot, when I wish to, weep, And often cry I know not how

Ah, but the golden Dawn is mine!

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