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were four loves that one by one, Following the seasons and the sun, Passed over without tears, and fell Away without farewell.

The first was made of gold and tears, The next of aspen-leaves and fears, The third of rose-boughs and rose-roots, The last love of strange fruits.

These were the four loves faded. Hold Some minutes fast the time of gold When our lips each way clung and clove To a face full of love.

The tears inside our eyelids met, Wrung forth with kissing, and wept wet The faces cleaving each to each Where the blood served for speech.