Love is a shape of mist — yet we are shadows too,
And love is more divine than we can hope to be,
So let us through our lives the shade of love pursue
Although it ever flee;
Yea, to the gate of death, where all is mistier yet
Than anything in life, oh let us follow love,
Perchance, beyond the doors, some happiness is set
About us, and above.
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