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Now you are gone I shall not find delight

in dun soft hills at day’s end, strong spring rain,

the deep and star-flecked sky of summer’s night,

nor shall I feel the sharp, exquisite pain

of music reaching to immortal height

for beauty’s truth. I shall not have again

the vigor of the ocean clear my sight

till nought but sky and sea and you remain.

Now you are gone, who lifted all my soul

to planes undreamt of. Beauty through your eyes

gave new enchantment to the years that roll

in terrifying silence. I was wise

beyond all men – but now that you have fled,

the magic which you gave to me is dead.