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, unforgotten and only lover, Many years have swept us apart, But none of the long dividing seasons Slay your memory in my heart. In the clash and clamour of things unlovely My thoughts drift back to the times that were, When I, possessing thy pale perfection, Kissed the eyes and caressed the hair.

Other passions and loves have drifted Over this wandering, restless soul, Rudderless, chartless, floating always With some new current of chance control. But thine image is clear in the whirling waters— Ah, forgive—that I drag it there, For it is so part of my very being That where I wander it too must fare.

Ah, I have given thee strange companions, To thee—so slender and chaste and cool— But a white star loses no glimmer of beauty In all the mud of a miry pool 87