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Miscellaneous Poems.
All the fair and sunny past,All its openness and truth,Ever fresh and green in theeAs the moss is in the sea.
Thy little heart, that hath with loveGrown coloured like the sky above,On which thou lookest ever,—   Can it know   All the woeOf hope for what returneth never,All the sorrow and the longingTo these hearts of ours belonging?
Out on it! no foolish pining   For the sky   Dims thine eye,Or for the stars so calmly shining;Like thee let this soul of mineTake hue from that wherefore I long,Self-stayed and high, serene and strong,Not satisfied with hoping—but divine.