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Rh Bright were your eyes in the night:

We have lived, my love—

O, we have loved, my love.

Frost has bound our flowing river,

Snow has whitened all our island brake,

And beside the winter fagot

Joan and Darby doze and dream and wake.

Still, in the river of dreams

Swims the boat of love—

Hark! chimes the falling oar!

And again in winter evens

When on firelight dreaming fancy feeds,

In those ears of agèd lovers

Love's own river warbles in the reeds.

Love still the past, O my love!

We have lived of yore,

O, we have loved of yore. 17