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How it was I can not tell,

For I know not where nor why;

But I know we loved too well

In some world that does not lie

East or west of where we dwell,

And beneath no earthly sky.

Was it in the golden ages?—

Or the iron?—that I heard,—

In the prophecy of sages,—

Haply, how had come a bird,

Underneath whose wing were pages

Of an unknown lover’s word.

I forget. You may remember

How the earthquake shook our ships;

How our city, one huge ember,

Blazed within the thick eclipse:

When you found me—deep December

Sealed my icy eyes and lips.

I forget. No one may say

That such things can not be true:—

Here a flower dies to-day,

There, to-morrow, blooms anew....

Death is silent.—Tell me, pray,

Why men doubt what God can do?