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Early love is swift and golden,
 * Fond and foolish, too, perchance,

But ’tis haloed by the olden,
 * Golden moonlight of romance.

Once it’s ripe aurelia bound me,
 * Brimful with the birds of May;

By the ruins that surround me,
 * It shall bind no more—Jamais!

Once I felt the blue above thee,
 * Peri-peopled by thine art;

But ’twas death in life to love thee,
 * Woman of the diamond heart!

Thou hast sown the sky with ashes,
 * Made its constellations grey,

While the wind-gust knells and gnashes
 * Dirge-like to the night—“Jamais!”