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In Paris," she went on, "have I been wonderfully beloved, and in northern lands near the pole—" "But—England?" said Antony. "Tell me of your English lovers." IN PARIS SHE WENT ON HAVE I BEEN WONDERFULLY BELOVED AND IN THE NORTHERN LANDS NEAR ZEPPOLE BUT ENGLAND SAID ANTHONY TELL ME OF YOUR ENGLISH LOVERS
 her still." "And with whom did love come next, Silencieux?" "Oh, I loved many those years, for the loss of a great love sends us vainly from hand to hand of many lesser loves, to ease a little the great ache; and at that time the world seemed full of my lovers. I have forgotten none of them. They pass before me, a fair frieze of unforgotten faces; but most I loved a Roman poet, because, perhaps, he loved so well the memory of her I had loved, and knew so skilfully to make bloom again among his own red roses those petals of passionate ivory which the fishermen of Lesbos had recovered from the sea." "Tell me of your lovers, Silencieux," said Antony again. "Hundreds of years after, I loved in Florence a young poet with a face of silver. His soul was given to a little red-cheeked girl. She died, and then I took him to my bosom, and loved him on through the years, till his face had grown iron with many sorrows. Now at last, his baby-girl by his side, he sits in heaven, with a face of gold.  THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA YOU ARE FAITHFUL SELAS I LOVE HER STILL AND WITH WHOM DID LOVE COME NEXT SEALAJO OH I LOVE MANY THOSE YEARS FOR THE LOSS OF A GREAT LOVE SENDS US VAINLY FROM HAND TO HAND OF MANY LESSER LOVES TO EASE A LITTLE THE GREAT ACHE AND AT THAT TIME THE WORLD SEEMED FULL OF MY LOVERS I HAVE FORGOTTEN NONE OF THEM THEY PASSED BEFORE ME A FAIR FRIEZE OF UNFORGOTTEN FACES BUT MOST I LOVED A ROMAN POET PERHAPS HE LOVED SO WELL THE MEMORY OF HER I HAD LOVED AND KNEW SO SKILFULLY TO MAKE BLOOM AGAIN AMONG HIS OWN RED ROSES THOSE PETALS OF PASSIONATE IVORY WHICH THE FISHERMAN OF LESBOS HAD RECOVERED FROM THE SEA TELL ME OF YOUR LOVERS SULAJO SAID ANTONY AGAIN HUNDREDS OF YEARS AFTER I LOVED IN FLORENCE A YOUNG POET WITH A FACE OF SILVER HIS SOUL WAS GIVEN TO A LITTLE RED CHEEKED GIRL SHE DIED AND THEN I TOOK HIM TO MY BOSOM AND LOVED HIM ON THROUGH THE YEARS TILL HIS FACE HAD GROWN IRON WITH MANY SORROWS NOW AT LAST HIS BABY GIRL BY HIS SIDE HE SITS IN HEAVEN WITH A FACE OF GOLD
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