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, Love, had we but met before,

When standing at the gate of life,

Ere we had opened wide that door—

Now, I a husband, you a wife,

Have met too late. Ah, say not so,

You would have loved me years ago.

Then why not now! What earthly ties

Made by mankind can bind our souls

Which rush together! Let us rise

Above such bondage. What controls

A love like ours? 'Tis not of earth,

But from Promethean fires has birth.

Rh