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Had whispered to each other softly, ere
      It yet
Was dawn, what now in noonday heat and fear
      We both forget,—

If all of this had given its completeness,
      Love,
To every hour would it be added sweetness,
      Love?
Could I know sooner whether it were well
      Or ill
With thee? One wish could I more surely tell,
      More swift fulfil?

Ah! vainly thus I sit and dream and ponder,
      Love,
Losing the precious present while I wonder,
      Love,
About the days in which you grew and came
      To be
So beautiful, and did not know the name
      Or sight of me.

But all lost things are in the angels' keeping,
      Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping,
      Love;
The years of Heaven will all earth's little pain
      Make good,
Together there we can begin again
      In babyhood.