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I laid your words up in my heart like pearls Hid in the ocean's treasure-cave. At last I learn'd my heart's deep secret: for I hoped, I dream'd you loved me; wonder, fear, delight, Swept my heart like a storm; my soul, my life, Seem'd all too little for your happiness; Had I been mistress of the starry worlds That light the midnight, they had all been yours, And I had deem'd such boon but poverty. As it was, I gave all I could—my love, My deep, my true, my fervent, faithful love; And now you bid me learn forgetfulness: It is a lesson that I soon shall learn. There is a home of quiet for the wretched, A somewhat dark, and cold, and silent rest, But still it is rest,—for it is the grave.