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 YES that once looked into mine, Changing, softening, shining ; Hair that round my heart did twine As we two, reclining, Wooed the sweet from heather spray, Lived our love one summer day ; — Does it live yet, far away ? Am I, only, pining ? Pining, said I ? — not for me Be the joyous being, Satisfied to wander free, Satisfied with seeing. Where my lover once hath trod, Ever sacred be the sod, Dedicate, as if to God, Till he will its freeing.