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In fond delusion once I left thy side;

Unto the wide world's end I fain would fare,

To see if I might find Love anywhere,

And lovingly embrace Love as a bride.

Love sought I in all paths, at every gate;

Oft and again outstretching suppliant palms,

I begged in vain of Love the slightest alms,

But the world laughed and offered me cold hate.

Forever I aspired towards Love, forever

Towards Love, and ne'ertheless I found Love never—

And sick at heart, homeward my steps did move.

And lo! thou comest forth to welcome me;

And that which in thy swimming eyes I see,

That is the precious, the long-looked-for Love.