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68 I will remember with sad heart next year

This music and this water, but to-day

Let me be part of all this joy. My ear

Caught far-off music which I bid away,

The light of one fair face that fain would stay

Upon the heart's broad canvas, as the Face

On Mary's towel, lighting up the place.

Too sad for joy, too happy for a tear.

Methinks I see the music like a light

Low on the bobbing water, and the fields

Yellow and brown alternate on the height,

Hanging in silence there like battered shields,

Lean forward heavy with their coloured yields

As if they paid it homage; and the strains,

Prisoners of Echo, up the sunburnt plains

Fade on the cross-cut to a future night.