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Not mine the changeful flame of love that burns
With the brief strangeness of the passing hours—
Prey to the slow chill shadow that devours
The shining fantasy of loveliness.
You are to me, O girl, a vision upcaught
Into the passionate tranquillity
Of time-triumphant archetypal thought
Beyond the aching gaze, the mouth that yearns,
The cruel joys that glimmer and depart.
Not spirit alone but even the frail fair clay
I hold within that quintessential light
Above the pain and pallor of distress:
I saw you in a flash of eternity
And gathered your whole life into my heart—
All the young dazzle of your proud spring-day
And all the snow and sorrow of your winter-night!
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