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As to that, nothing to tell!

You being all my belief,

Doubt can not enter or dwell

Here where your image is chief;

Here where your name is a spell,

Potent in joy and in grief.

Is it the glamour of spring

Working in us so we seem

Aye to have loved? that we cling

Even to some fancy or dream,

Rainbowing everything,

Here in our souls, with its gleam?

See! how the synod is met

There of the planets to preach us:—

Freed from the earth’s oubliette,

See how the blossoms beseech us!—

Were it not well to forget

Winter and death as they teach us?

Dew and a bud and a star,

All,—like a beautiful thought,

Over man’s wisdom how far!—

God for some purpose hath wrought.—

Could we but know why they are,

And that they end not in naught!

Stars and the moon; and they roll

Over our way that is white.—

Here shall we end the long stroll?

Here shall I kiss you good night?

Or, for a while, soul to soul,

Linger and dream of delight?