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The joy in your maturity at length,

The peace that filled my soul like cooling wine,

When you responded to my tender strength,

And pressed your heart exulting into mine.

How shall I with such memories of you

In coarser forms of love fruition find?

No, I would rather like a ghost pursue

The fairy phantoms of my lonely mind.