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32 And tho' the empty shadow fading fall,—

Tho' lesser birds lift up their wings and soar,—

In having thee alone, Love, I have all.

VI—"I COUNT MY TIME BY TIMES THAT I MEET THEE"

VII—SONG

VIII—THE SEASONS

Spring days, when from the shivering ground

Love riseth, wakening from his dreamful swound

And, frightened, in the stream his face hath found!