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Because I loved you longer than a day!

I do not shame to turn myself away

From beckoning flowers beautifully blown,

To mourn your vivid memory alone

In mountain fastnesses austerely gray.

The mists will shroud me on the utter height,

The salty, brimming waters of my breast

Will mingle with the fresh dews of the night

To bathe my spirit hankering to rest.

But after sleep I'll wake with greater might,

Once more to venture on the eternal quest.