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TO HIPPOLYTUS

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It is too late to part. I dreamed a dream

That love had loosed me, that no more your name

Should vex my soul, for very pride and shame

I hid you out of mind; I said, The stream

Has grown too wide between us, it would seem

To sunder even memory. Your fame

Rang hollow on my ear, and then you came

And love laughed for the lie he would redeem.


It is too late. Love will not let me go.

The bare suns burn me, and the strong winds blow;

I take them fearlessly, for I am wise

At last; for being yours I must be brave,

Tho’ you give nothing, still am I your slave,

The light within my heart your eyes, your eyes.


Gypsy Verses

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