Indulge no more may we
In this sweet-bitter pastime
The love light shines the last time
Between you, Dear, and me.

Though fervent was our vow
Though ruddily ran our pleasure
Bliss has fulfilled its measure
And sees its sentence now.

Ache deep; but make no moans:
Smile out; but stilly suffer:
The paths of love are rougher
Than thoroughfares of stones.

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