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122 Too soon, alas! too soon our summer swooned
 * To bitter winter and against the lace
 * Of tossed white pillows lay a reckless face,

With feverish parched mouth like a red wound Yet still was our brave love not overthrown,
 * And I would nestle at your side and see
 * Your large sad eyes grow passionate for me

Love! wake and speak I cannot live alone

Blue as blue flame is the great sky above
 * The earth is wonderful and glad and green;
 * But shut the sunlight out for I have seen

Forgetfulness upon the face of love.