Cycle

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Oh, soft was the song in my soul, and soft beyond thought were thy lips,
And thou wert mine own, and Eden reconquered was mine:
And the way that I go is the way of thy feet, and the breath that I breathe
It hath being from thee, and life from the life that is thine!

 Once in another land,
   Ages ago,
 You were a queen, and I,
   I loved you so:
 Where was it that we loved -
   Ah, do you know?

 Was it some golden star
   Hot with romance?
 Was it in Malabar,
   Italy, France?
 Did we know Charlemagne,
   Dido, perchance?

 But you were a queen, and I
   Fought for you then:
 How did you honour me
   More than all men!
 Kissed me upon the lips;
   Kiss me again.

 Have you forgotten it,
   All that we said?
 I still remember though
   Ages have fled.
 Whisper the word of life,
   "Love is not dead."

Adieu! and the sun goes awearily down,
  The mist creeps up o'er the sleepy town,
The white sails bend to the shudd'ring mere,
  And the reapers have reaped, and the night is here.

Adieu! and the years are a broken song,
  The right grows weak in the strife with wrong,
The lilies of love have a crimson stain,
  And the old days never will come again.

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Adieu! Some time shall the veil between
  The things that are, and that might have been
Be folded back for our eyes to see,
  And the meaning of all be clear to me.