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that I would dwell with love And love with me, till, ah! one day I found that he could faithless prove— He spread his wings and flew away.

I thought that I would sing for fame; I stretched my hands to grasp the wreath, Which in my eager clutch became Sere leaflets, withered by a breath.

I thought that I would gather wealth, To clothe and educate the poor, To reach unto the stricken, health— 'Twas dust that strewed my garner-floor.

I think that when I die, my soul Will melt into another land Of all things perfected—the goal Of what we cannot understand.