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32 Nay, but a face was his

Only in dreams,

Only in dreams of bliss

In the star-gleams.

Nay, but a face that watched

Long years to see

Who came by the door unlatched,

If it were he.

What was the voice before

That lured him on?

"Oh, thou long-hungered for,

My son, my son!"

Lo, he hath heard, hath seen,

He hath slipped over

Where the great days begin

For friend and lover.