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had it been, my belovèd,

Had Fate united us sooner,—

In the bright days when our hearts

First dreamed of loving?—

When—a thrice exquisite vision—

Hope, all her lute-strings unbroken,

Smilingly beckoned us on—

Wooed us to follow?—

When our youth, eager, expectant,—

Trusting the north as the south wind,

Hardly, its pulses a-throb,

Staid life's unfolding?

Had I been more to you, dearer—

Bearing my myrtle and roses—

Than, as I came, crowned with rue,

Weighted with sorrow,

Seeing both light and its shadow,

Taught both of truth and illusion,

Knowing earth's rapture and pain,—

Sharing earth's travail?