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New Worlds. (Moods Of Love.)

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With my beloved I lingered late one night.         At last the hour when I must leave her came:         But, as I turned, a fear I could not name     Possessed me that the long sweet evening might     Prelude some sudden storm, whereby delight         Should perish. What if Death, ere dawn, should claim         One of us? What, though living, not the same     Each should appear to each in morning-light?     Changed did I find her, truly, the next day:         Ne'er could I see her as of old again.     That strange mood seemed to draw a cloud away,         And let her beauty pour through every vein     Sunlight and life, part of me. Thus the lover     With each new morn a new world may discover.

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