  The years, wherein I never knew Such beauty as is yours,—so fraught With truth and kindness looking through Your loveliness,—I count them naught, O girl, so like a lily wrought! The years wherein I knew not you. Ah, let me see you always so!— A dream that haunts my memory's sight— Your hair of moonlight, face of snow, And eyes, blue stars of laughing light, O girl, so like a lily white! Through all the years that come and go. True to you only, in my heart I wear your spirit miniature, Sincere in simpleness of art, That makes my love to still endure, O girl, so like a lily pure! Through years that keep us still apart. |
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