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62 It is memory that shrinks. You were all too brave, methinks,

Climbing solitudes of flowering cistus and the thin wild pinks,

Musing, setting to a haunting air in one vague reverie

All the life that was to be.

With a smile do I complain in the safety of the pain,

Knowing that my feet can never quit their solitudes again;

But regret may turn with longing to that one hour's choice you had,

For the silence is so sad.

I rebel not, child gone by, but obey you wonderingly,

For you knew not, young rash speaker, all you spoke, and now will I,

With the life, and all the loneliness revealed that you thought fit,

Sing the Amen, knowing it.