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Farewell
By John Addington Symonds (18401893)
I
The love that we knew:
Those cobwebs we spun with
Are beaded with dew.
To love thee was pain;
I dare not believe thee,
To love thee again.
Are the years that I lost;
To thee they were given
Without count of cost.
By penance or prayer:
Hell’s tempest must drive them
Through turbulent air.
For I too am free
From the shame that beset me,
The sorrow of thee.