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236 This was the year when first I did behold thee,

Thou who on my darkness dawned with lyric light.

This the golden hour when first thy lover found thee,

Followed and beguiled thee, and with his singing bound thee;

When all the world with music rang to drown thee and enfold thee—

Thou who turned the darkness to song, and love, and light!