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 SHE LOVES

HERE is delight in loving, though no more You claim my love and oceans roll between, The waves that beat upon your distant shore They wait not for your bidding. You have been My friend for long; but since I did depart You say you will not love, and for me sigh But rather tear me quickly from your heart. So be it, dear, God bless you and good-bye!

Yet there's delight in sorrow of love born A fair sad moon from out a stormy sea Rising above the sobbing waves and torn By riband clouds across its face that flee— Such grief for me, for you forgetfulness— I ask no more, you cannot give me less!