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—But, dear,—God knows I would not do you wrong, Nor touch one heart string if it be not strong,— But O, so long, So long it seems! You have been gone so long! BUT DEAR GOD KNOWS I WOULD NOT DO YOU WRONG NOR TOUCH ONE HEART STRING IF IT NOT BE STRONG BUT OH SO LONG SO LONG IT SEEMS YOU HAVE BEEN GONE SO LONG
 And so, at last, through blind, unreasoning grief Beyond belief, Brightly within my heart there did uprise Love’s loyalty, rebuking in this wise: “Has she not spoken, oft and oft again, These three plain words ‘I love you’? Wherefore, then, What right have you To deem mere distance could her love undo? To fancy aught exists that could estrange Her heart from yours, wherein there is no change, Or judge her own to be less simply true?” And then, in shame, I swiftly put aside All faintest questioning; thenceforth to abide In trust as pure, as boundless, and as wide As still sea-deeps, unvexed of any tide. Nay, I have learned to cherish rightly, too, All light and life that minister to you. I hold most dear Whatever least thing brings you smallest cheer; And, day by day, my ceaseless prayer is this, That from the changeful, many-colored grace Of time and place, Your grief may come to weave a chrysalis Round its dead hopes, till waking, by and by, It shall find wings to bear it to the sky.  BUT ONE WITH THEIR OWN MASS OF SWEETS AND SO AT LAST THROUGH BLIND UNREASONING GRIEF BEYOND BELIEF BRIGHTLY WITHIN MY HEART THERE DID UPRISE LOVE'S LOYALTY REBUKING IN THIS WISE HAS SHE NOT SPOKEN OFT AND OFT AGAIN THESE THREE PLAIN WORDS I LOVE YOU WHEREFORE THEN WHAT RIGHT HAVE YOU TO DEEM MERE DISTANCE COULD HER LOVE UNDO TO FANCY AUGHT EXISTS THAT COULD ESTRANGE HER HEART FROM YOURS WHEREIN THERE IS NO CHANGE OR JUDGE HER OWN TO BE LESS SIMPLY TRUE AND THEN IN SHAME I SWIFTLY PUT ASIDE ALL FAINTEST QUESTIONING THENCEFORTH TO ABIDE IN TRUST AS PURE AS BOUNDLESS AND AS WIDE AS STILL SEA DEEPS UNVEXED OF ANY TIDE NAY I HAVE LEARNT TO CHERISH RIGHTLY TOO ALL LIGHT AND LIFE THAT MINISTER TO YOU I HOLD MOST DEAR WHATEVER THESE THINGS BRINGS YOU SMALLEST CHEER AND DAY BY DAY MY CEASELESS PRAYER IS THIS THAT FROM THE CHANGEFUL MANY COLORED GRACE OF TIME AND PLACE YOUR GRIEF MAY COME TO WEAVE A CHRYSALIS ROUND ITS DEAD HOPES TILL WAKING BY AND BY THEY SHALL FIND WINGS TO BEAR IT TO THE SKY
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