Then.
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What care I for thy carelessness?
I give from depths that overflow;
Regardless that their power to bless
Thy spirit cannot sound or know.
I give from depths that overflow;
Regardless that their power to bless
Thy spirit cannot sound or know.
Far lingering on a distant dawn,
My triumph shines, more sweet than late,
When, from these mortal mists withdrawn,
Thine heart shall know me,—I can wait.
My triumph shines, more sweet than late,
When, from these mortal mists withdrawn,
Thine heart shall know me,—I can wait.
