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 Towards the country of sober skies, The land of the sullen sea, Where dwell the azure, disdainful eyes That never had light for me.

Many the rules in the stressful North! And wearier most than wise; But though I wandered away, came forth From under those clouded skies.

Two laws are fixed, as the stars above, For every race and clime; One is the cruel Sweetness of Love And one the Shortness of Time!

Ah, Well-beloved, though I may not spend The best of my soul on you, Ask of me as you would of a friend, All that I can I will do.

For now that none have the right to say "This thing is not meet for thee," I take what happiness drifts my way Well quit of the world and free. 90